I celebrate no light switched off,
I celebrate no ragged cough,
But sing, I do, the men of mind,
And I myself, who am not blind.
I sing the pride of happy wealth---
That light-foot walk of free men's health
When, with chains of tyrants cast away,
Promethean minds invent and play.
They lighten loads and brighten night,
They make the wings of length'ning flight,
They shake up songs to which we dance,
That light-foot walk may full enhance,
Then smooth our throats with meds upon
To celebrate the light switched on!