To an oak Blown down by the Wind."Thon who unmoved, hast heard the whirlwind chide
Full many a winter round thy craggy bed.
And like an earth-born giant hast outspread.
Thy hundred arms, and Heaven's own bolts defied,
Now liest along thy native mountain's side
Uptorn;--yet deem not that I come to shed
The idle drops of pity o'er thy head;
Or basely to insult thy blasted pride;--
No — still's 'its thine, tho'fallen, imperial oak !
To teach this lesson to the wise and brave,
That its much better, overthrown and broke in freedom's cause, to sink into the grave,
Than, in submission to a tyrant's yoke,
Like the vile reed to bow and be a slave."