"Sonnet: To Liberty."
by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
Sonnet: To Liberty
Oh! Liberty! transcendant and sublime!
Born on the mountain's solitary crest;
Nature thy nurse, thy fire unconquered Time,
Truth, the pure inmate of thy glowing breast!
Oft dost thou wander by the billowy deep,
Scattering the sands that bind the level shore,
Or, towering, brave the desolating roar
That bids the tyrant tempest lash the steep!
'Tis thine, when sanguinary daemons lour,
Amidst the thickening hosts to force they way;
To quell the minions of oppressive power,
And shame the vaunting nothings of a day!
Still shall the human mind thy name adore,
Till chaos reigns–and worlds shall be no more!