Prisoner of Chillon e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Eternal spirit of the chainless mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! Thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consigned To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.