| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. Liberty | | By George Hill (1796–1871) |
| | | THERE is a spirit working in the world, | |
| Like to a silent subterranean fire; | |
| Yet, ever and anon, some monarch, hurled | |
| Aghast and pale, attests its fearful ire. | |
| The dungeoned nations now once more respire | 5 |
| The keen and stirring air of Liberty. | |
| The struggling giant wakes, and feels he’s free. | |
| By Delphi’s fountain-cave, that ancient choir | |
| Resume their song; the Greek astonished hears, | |
| And the old altar of his worship rears. | 10 |
| Sound on, fair sisters! sound your boldest lyre,— | |
| Peal your old harmonies as from the spheres! | |
| Unto strange gods too long we’ve bent the knee, | |
| The trembling mind, too long and patiently. | | | | |
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