The minstrel fell but the foeman's chain<br>could not break his proud soul under.<br>The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,<br>for he tore its chords asunder,<br>And said, No chains shall sully thee,<br>thou soul of love and brav'ry!<br>Thy songs were made for the pure and free;<br>they shall never sound in slav'ry.