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If words were things – if man had dignity<lb/> | <p>If words were things – if man had dignity<lb/> | ||
Or any sense of virtue – Were he not<lb/> | Or any sense of virtue – Were he not<lb/> | ||
A miserable creature whose dull lot<lb/> | A miserable creature whose dull lot<lb/> | ||
Is to wear fetters – fancying he is free –<lb/> | Is to wear fetters – fancying he is free –<lb/> | ||
Delusions | Delusions constant <del><gap/></del> thing still to be –<lb/> | ||
So base that could his tyrants bind his thought<lb/> | |||
As they have bound <hi rend="underline">him</hi> – he would bend the knee<lb/> | |||
And they might stamp him with <del><gap/></del> <add>that last, – word</add> <gap/>!<lb/> | |||
O were thee aught of wisdom or of truth<lb/> | |||
In the forsaken world – with what a power<lb/> | |||
Of self-exalting strength – would man arise!<lb/> | |||
Arise in all the generous Spirit of youth –<lb/> | |||
And scatter in the dust his enemies –<lb/> | |||
So tyranny should dread that glorious hour.</p> | |||
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If words were things – if man had dignity
Or any sense of virtue – Were he not
A miserable creature whose dull lot
Is to wear fetters – fancying he is free –
Delusions constant thing still to be –
So base that could his tyrants bind his thought
As they have bound him – he would bend the knee
And they might stamp him with that last, – word !
O were thee aught of wisdom or of truth
In the forsaken world – with what a power
Of self-exalting strength – would man arise!
Arise in all the generous Spirit of youth –
And scatter in the dust his enemies –
So tyranny should dread that glorious hour.
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