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 XXXV.

EMANCIPATION.

O rack can torture me, My soul 's at liberty. Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one

You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee.

The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou.

Except thyself may be Thine enemy; Captivity is consciousness, So 's liberty.