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 Freeman he is not, but slave, Whoso in fear for the State, Cries for surety of blood, Help of gibbet and grave; Neither is any land great Whom, in her fear-stricken mood, These things only can save.

Lo, how fair from afar, Taintless of tyranny, stands Thy mighty daughter, for years, Who trod the wine-press of war; Shines with immaculate hands; Slays not a foe, neither fears; Stains not peace with a scar.