...n from every limb, The bolt from every prison door! For these, o'er all the earth hath passed An ever-deepening trumpet blast, As if an angel's breath had lent Its vigor to the instrument. And Wales , from Snowden's mountain wall, Shall startle at that thrilling call, As if she heard her bards again; And Erin's ‘harp on Tara's wall’ Give out its ancient strain, Mirthful and swee...