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the sound a trumpet blown, or a bell for burial tolled, Whence the whole air vibrates now to the clash of words like swords— 'Let us break their bonds in sunder, and cast away their cords; Long enough the world has mocked us, and marvelled to behold How the grown man bears the curb whence his boyhood was controlled'? Nay, but hearken: surer counsel more sober speech affords: