...first I saw Atlantic throw On our fierce rocks Ын thunderous snow, I loved thee, Freedom. Lowell. 8. Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread and liberty ! Pope. 9. My angel — his name is Freedom, — Choose him to be your king ; He shall cut pathways...

...unconscious of their liberty, for which so many would give all they possess ! Truly may the captive cry : " 'Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread and liberty.' " She seated herself on a rustic bench on which she had often sat to feed the birds, that had become...