reedom is a breath of air,
Pine-scented, or salty like the sea;
Freedom is a field new-plowed . . .
Furrows of democracy!
Freedom is a forest,
Trees tall and straight as men!
Freedom is a printing press . . .
The power of the pen!
Freedom is a country church
A cathedral's stately spire;
Freedom is a spirit
That can set the soul on fire!
Freedom is a man's birthright,
A sacred, living rampart;
A pulsebeat of humanity . . .
The throb of a nation's heart!