Is there a power that can sustain and cheer br The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom, br Forced to descend into his destined tomb-- br A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year, br And lie cut off from all his heart holds dear; br What time his injured country is a stage br Whereon deliberate Valour and the rage br Of righteous Vengeance side by side appear, br Filling from morn to night the heroic scene br With deeds of hope and everlasting praise:-- br Say can he think of this with mind serene br And silent fetters? Yes, if visions bright br Shine on his soul, reflected from the days br When he himself was tried in open light.