In The Desert A Fountain Is Springing,

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 Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

For Pleasures Past I Do Not Grieve, Nor Perils Gathering Near; My Greatest Grief Is That I Leave Nothing That Claims A Tear.

Always Laugh When You Can. It Is Cheap Medicine.

Smiles Form The Channels Of A Future Tear.

Muse Of The Many Twinkling Feet, Whose Charms Are Now Extending Up From Legs To Arms.