Oh Liberty! I wait for thee
To break this chain and dungeon bar;
I hear thy spirit calling me
Deep in the frozen North, afar,
With voice like God's, and visage like a star.

Long cradled by the mountain wind,
Thy mates the eagle and the storm,
Arise! and from thy brow unbind
The wreath that gives its starry form,
And smite the strength that would thy grace deform!

Yes, Liberty! thy dawning light,
Obscured by dungeon bars, shall cast
Its splendor on the breaking night,
And tyrants, flying pale and fast,
Shall tremble at thy gaze and stand aghast!