Chapter 14 No.14

O thou, clothed round with raiment of white waves,

Thy brave brows lightening through the grey wet air,

Thou, lulled with sea-sounds of a thousand caves,

And lit with sea-shine to thine inland lair,

Whose freedom clothed the naked souls of slaves

And stripped the muffled souls of tyrants bare,

O, by the centuries of thy glorious g