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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Sonnet XIII. To La Fayette
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As when far off the warbled strains are heard
That soar on Morning`s wing the vales among,
Within his cage th` imprisoned matin bird
Swells the full chorus with a generous song:
He bathes no pinion in the dewy light,
No Father`s joy, no Lover`s bliss he shares,
Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight--
His Fellows` freedom soothes the Captive`s cares!
Thou, Fayette! who didst wake with startling voice
Life`s better Sun from that long wintry night,
Thus in thy Country`s triumphs shalt rejoice
And mock with raptures high the dungeon`s might:
For lo! the morning struggles into day,
And Slavery`s spectres shriek and vanish from the ray!
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