On the Castle of Chillon On the Castle of Chillon |
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On the Castle of ChillonOn the Castle of Chillon
On the Castle of Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art, -
For there thy habitation is the heart -
The heart which love of Thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consign`d,
To fetters, and the damp vault`s dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom`s fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place
And thy sad floor an altar, for `twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace
Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.
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