Though Prison Bars my Freedom mars, <br />and Glittering Bayonets Guard me round, <br /> <br />My Rebel soul Scorns such Control, <br />and Dwells with Friends on Southern Ground. <br /> <br />My Heart is Light, and Spirits Bright, <br />and Hope, with Her Enchanting Wand, <br /> <br />Gives Visions Fair: and Free as Air, <br />I Roam at Will in Dixie's Land.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prison-bars-6/
