Penuary repressed their noble ardour
And froze the creative force of their soul
Many beautiful, pure rays of gems are hidden in dark caves under the ocean;
Many flowers grow in bloom unseen, wasitng their sweet essence on the desert’s air.
Maybe some of them could have benn as Hampden, who stood up fearless in front of the tyrranny of his fields;
Maybe here rest mute someone similar to John Milton;
Maybe someone innocent of his country’s action as Cromwell