The Liberty Bell. William Ross Wallace

      A sound like the sound of a tempest rolled,

      And the heart of a people stirred,

      For the bell of freedom at midnight tolled,

      Through a fettered land was heard;

      And the chime still rung

      From its iron tongue,

      Steadily swaying to and fro;

      And to some it came

      As a breath of flame,

      And to some as a sound of woe.

      Upon the tall mountain, upon the tost wave,

      It was heard by the fettered, and heard by the brave;

      It was heard in the cottage, and heard in the hall,

      And its chime gave a glorious summons to all.