As when far off the warbled strains are heard <br />That soar on Morning's wing the vales among, <br />Within his cage th' imprisoned matin bird <br />Swells the full chorus with a generous song: <br />He bathes no pinion in the dewy light, <br />No Father's joy, no Lover's bliss he shares, <br />Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight-- <br />His Fellows' freedom soothes the Captive's cares! <br />Thou, Fayette! who didst wake with startling voice <br />Life's better Sun from that long wintry night, <br />Thus in thy Country's triumphs shalt rejoice <br />And mock with raptures high the dungeon's might: <br />For lo! the morning struggles into day, <br />And Slavery's spectres shriek and vanish from the ray!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiii-to-la-fayette/
