Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee, But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee A name which before thee no mortal hath won. Tho nations may combat, and wars thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep oer the plain: Thou sleepst thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle, No sound can awake thee to glory again.