Classic Poem

A voice is on our hills,
And it echoes far at sea:
With a quickening power it fills
Every heart, and inly thrills,—
'T is the voice of Liberty.

A glance darts from yon cloud,
And it frights thee, tyrant,—thee;
But the freeman rises proud,
And his sire stirs in his shroud,—
'T is the glance of Liberty.

A warning calls at night:
“Nations, rouse ye, and be free.”
They hear it with delight,
But the monarch looks affright,—
'T is thy warning, Liberty.

There 's a presence in the air,
Which we feel, but cannot see;
Every bosom gladdens there,
High to hope, and strong to dare,—
'T is thy presence, Liberty.

The God our hearts adore,
Builds his throne on land and sea;
He is in the tempest's roar,
Or when ocean laps the shore,—
That God is Liberty.