Written While in Prison for Denouncing the Domestic Slave-Trade HIGH walls and huge the body may confine, And iron gates obstruct the prisoner’s gaze, And massive bolts may baffle his design, And vigilant keepers watch his devious ways; But scorns the immortal mind such base control: No chains can bind it and no cell enclose. Swifter than light it flies from pole to pole, And in a flash from earth to heaven it goes. It leaps from mount to mount; from vale to vale It wanders, plucking honeyed fruits and flowers; It visits home to hear the fireside tale And in sweet converse pass the joyous hours; ’T is up before the sun, roaming afar, And in its watches wearies every star.
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II. Freedom