Edue T8101770.560

TO

PROFESSOR EDWARD DOWDEN, Litt.D.

TRINITY COLLEGE, DUBLIN

IN RECOGNITION OF HIS KINDLY INTEREST

IN THE WORK

OF A FELLOW-TEACHER

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 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 an 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.

SONNET ON CHILLON.