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Freedom

         
            I.

      O thou so fair in summers gone,
          While yet thy fresh and virgin soul
      Inform’d the pillar’d Parthenon,
          The glittering Capitol;

       

            II.

      So fair in southern sunshine bathed,
          But scarce of such majestic mien
      As here with forehead vapor-swathed
          In meadows ever green;

       

            III.

      For thou–when Athens reign’d and Rome,
          Thy glorious eyes were dimm’d with pain
      To mark in many a freeman’s home
          The slave, the scourge, the chain;

       

            IV.

      O follower of the Vision, still
          In motion to the distant gleam
      Howe’er blind force and brainless will
          May jar thy golden dream

       

            V.

      Of Knowledge fusing class with class,
          Of civic Hate no more to be,
      Of Love to leaven all the mass,
          Till every soul be free;

       

            VI.

      Who yet, like Nature, wouldst not mar
          By changes all too fierce and fast
      This order of her Human Star,
          This heritage of the past;

       

            VII.

      O scorner of the party cry
          That wanders from the public good,
      Thou–when the nations rear on high
          Their idol smear’d with blood,

       

            VIII.

      And when they roll their idol down–
          Of saner worship sanely proud;
      Thou loather of the lawless crown
          As of the lawless crowd;

       

            IX.

      How long thine ever-growing mind
          Hath still’d the blast and strown the wave,
      Tho’ some of late would raise a wind
          To sing thee to thy grave,

       

            X.

      Men loud against all forms of power–
          Unfurnish’d brows, tempestuous tongues,
      Expecting all things in an hour–
          Brass mouths and iron lungs!
       


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