I dream of all things free

I dream of all things free!

Of a gallant, gallant bark,

That sweeps through storm and sea

Like an arrow to its mark!

Of a stag that o'er the hills

Goes bounding in his glee;

Of a thousand flashing rills--

Of all things glad and free.

I dream of some proud bird,

A bright-eyed mountain king!

In my visions I have heard

The rushing of his wing.

I follow some wild river,

On whose breast no sail may be;

Dark woods around it shiver --

I dream of all things free!

Of a happy forest child,

With the fawns and flowers at play;

Of an Indian midst the wild,

With the stars to guide his way:

Of a chief his warriora leading,

Of an archer's green wood tree; --

My heart in chains is bleeding; --

And I dream of all things free.