O LIBERTY, yet build thee an august
And best abode in this most virgin clime;
The Old World yet, power-trampled to the dust,
Hath never known thee in thy perfect prime!
Seeing all Rule which at a given time
Expires not, as reposed in Public Trust,
And thence renewable but by Suffrage, must
Against thee in its nature be a crime!
Seeing that all not privileged to name
Their governors-and more, to govern too,
Choosing or chosen, but live unto thy blame!
That all are slaves in act who may not do
Whate-er is virtuous and in spirit who
Believing aught dare not avow the same!