He wrote this Polar melody, and set it,

Duly accompanied by shrieks and groans,

Which few will sing, I trust, but none forget it—

For I will teach, if possible, the stones

To rise against Earth's tyrants. Never let it

Be said that we still truckle unto thrones;—

But ye—our children's children! think how we

Showed what things were before the World was free!