Poem, undated
Song of Freedom
When through the dark air the wild hurricane flies,
And the Thunders are out in their might,
Tis then that the Eagle mounts up to the skies,
On a wing like a pinion of Light.
With a smile he looks down on the tempest below
And he shaketh his plumes in his glee,
And amid all its fury he singeth,
Chorus Oh, ho Oh ho I am free, Oh ho, I am free
Oh ho, Oh ho, I am free.
Tis thus that my spirit looks down from its hight
On the cares and the passions of Life,
And high o'er them all in a region of Light
It smiles at the pitiful strife.
Like the Eagle I gaze on the tempest below,
But what is its fury to me,
With the sunlight around me, I'm singing
Chorus, Oh ho,
Tis thus that our Country, God bless her for aye
Looks down on the nations of earth,
For freedom first opened her eyes to the day
In the struggle that gave us our birth.
Unshaken we gaze on the tempest below
Secure from its fury are we
And from ocean to ocean we'll still shout, Oh, ho,
DATABASE CONTENT
| (9849) | DL1013.106 | 101 | Letters |
Tags: Animals, Nature, Poetry, Unionism
SOURCES
Poem, undated, DL1013.106, Nau Collection
