Thy praise, O Liberty, in words of fire;
Enkindling, as thy genius will'd desire
Of thine immortal honours all ndimm'd
In their unroused compatriots. Death begrimm'd
By Bigotry's devices, -- living pyre,
Slow waste of life in dungeons, rackings dire,
May crush the goodly-form'd and lusty limb'd,
But touch not love of liberty. So well
Art thou beloved of all who once feel free!
What other cause had nerved the patriot Tell?
Made the three hundred of Thermopylae?
And oh, may love of thee for ever dwell
In the bold Briton's heart, though poorest he!
First published in The Weekly Register of Politics, Facts and General Literature, 29 July 1843;
and later in
The Empire, 12 April 1851; and
Murmurs of the Stream by Henry Parkes, 1857.
Author reference sites: Austlit, Australian Dictionary of Biography, Australian Poetry Library