Liberty.

What man is there so bold that he should say,     "Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?     For whether lying calm and beautiful,     Clasping the earth in love, and throwing back     The smile of heaven from waves of amethyst;     Or whether, freshened by the busy winds,     It bears the trade and navies of the world     To ends of use or stern activity;     Or whether, lashed by tempests, it gives way     To elemental fury, howls and roars     At all its rocky barriers, in wild lust     Of ruin drinks the blood of living things,     And strews its wrecks o'er leagues of desolate shore, -     Always it is the sea, and men bow down     Before its vast and varied majesty.     So all in vain will timorous ones essay     To set the metes and bounds of Liberty.     For Freedom is its own eternal law;     It makes its own conditions, and in storm     Or calm alike fulfils the unerring Will.     Let us not then despise it when it lies     Still as a sleeping lion, while a swarm     Of gnat-like evils hover round its head;     Nor doubt it when in mad, disjointed times     It shakes the torch of terror, and its cry     Shrills o'er the quaking earth, and in the flame     Of riot and war we see its awful form     Rise by the scaffold, where the crimson axe     Rings down its grooves the knell of shuddering kings.     For ever in thine eyes, O Liberty,     Shines that high light whereby the world is saved,     And though thou slay us, we will trust in thee!