text:  Oh! great mind's proud inscriptions! Who shall tell What hand engraved those lines within that cell? What heart yet steadfast while around him stood Phantoms of death to chill his curdling blood Could battle with despair on reason's throne And conquer where the fiend would reign alone? Ah! who can tell what sorrows pierced his breast-- Ran through each vein usurp'd his hours of rest? What struggle nerved his trembling hand to trace With moral courage words he dared to face With acts that ask'd new efforts while he wrote To man his soul and fix his every thought! Tremble thou tyrant! proud ambition blush! Hearts such as these thy power can never crush