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On Chillon

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 Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, thou art;
For there thy habitation is the heart— 
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned,
- To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom— 
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor and altar, for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace, Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard.
—May none those marks efface! For they appeal from tyranny to God.

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