Is there a power that can sustain and cheer...

Is there a power that can sustain and cheer

The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,

Forced to descend into his destined tomb —

A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,

And lie cut off from all his heart holds dear;

What time his injured country is a stage

Whereon deliberate Valour and the rage

Of righteous Vengeance side by side appear,

Filling from morn to night the heroic scene

With deeds of hope and everlasting praise:—

Say can he think of this with mind serene

And silent fetters? Yes, if visions bright

Shine on his soul, reflected from the days

When he himself was tried in open light.