A SONNET Chains may subdue the feeble spirit, but thee, Tell, of the iron heart ! they could not tame ! For thou wert of the mountains; they proclaim The everlasting creed of liberty. That creed is written on the untrampled snow, Thundered by torrents which no power can hold, Save that of God, when he sends forth his cold, And breathed by winds that through the free heaven blow...