Poetry: For The Signal Of Liberty: Are You Free?

I asfcod oí an ungió thai dweh upon high, On the lightning-wfüathed uiountuin top, baih d ín tho sky, Whtre ihe hoarso tompcsts growl, and tho thundorbolts fly, Are you froe t Ho tiirnod down upon me uno glanco oí his eye, Then, shaking hin pinionn, hu pntudiy puw'd bv, While a sci'Sdin oí coiitonipt wus hit o!y reply. I ankcd oí a zephyr, gentío and btand, TImi n niutical munnurs swept uvur tbo land, ilrealhin; perfuma upon evury hand. Aro you freo T h roused up n anger, ic Whirled round in wrath, AnJ seizing a tall onk tkat tood in it pat h. it anoppcd it osjndur liko tho struug uno 01 Gaih ; And bearing it upwtrd high into the nir, It acattered tu Icaflets und branches afar, Then, Lliakin," d'iwn temple and paloce and cot, It raged un n i'urj, but uuswercd me nut. I aakc-d oían owl. aa he dosed on a bouuh, J,ii.c a wt'ikl haun herinit lulfi wig iii vuw; Lotiinj othera fret un. hu diuii'ieare huw, Aro yuu freu ? Ho oped his dull oyes, as if he would kr.ow Tho being tliat vehíured toquestiun kim no, Then riviug mdignant, he eailed wny slow, And tont back ior answcr, a shrill Tu-liciu. I nikcd of a cornet, mighty and vast, A on his long journey he wem whizzing past, Outapeeding the tcni[cst in its mighiiest bluat, Are yon Irce Í He jfrew red with wrath, hr.d sliook his long tail, And inndo all the natioha wiih torror turn pIi Kxpu'jtinï ii teaipSdt of red üery hail - Tlien, wheuling und whirling, he sped h!m in flifihj, And uick ia tho didtanco waa ioct irm m ifillt. I aakcd of a roc-buck that livod in the wood, That slept on tho bank of the wilt rolling flüud, And grated for h:s living tbc paaiures of God, Are you freo THe dei'tied nul lo answer question o vain, But lobscil up liis hurnci hond in proudt'öt diádain. And spcuJily boundeJ nway o'er (hu plaiu. I okcd of a min vvith au ininicrta! sou!, Tbat must hv wlien iho sky shall depart Hke a croll, And atill on na ngcs unnumborcd shnll roll, Aro you freo t Ile showud me his face ly his fellow man marr'd, He lioweil me his back. by tlio knoity lash icarrcd, And sighcd lliat his futo was sa cruel and h&id. Te leraphs that stand round the throno, And g.nza on the gluries of God, In thobright world ül liyiu inaku il known, Proclaim tho aad tidings abroad - Teil niigcli. teil ilovils, lul nll liemos seo Tbat jnan, a pour victiin lu man, is not frce !