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 Think ye his dim and failing eye Is kindled at your pageantry? Sorrowing of soul, and chained of limb, What is your carnival to him?

Down with the that binds him thus! Unworthy freemen, let it find No refuse from the withering curse Of God and human kind! Open the prisoner's living tomb, And usher from its brooding gloom The victims of your savage code, To the free sun and air of God! No longer dare as crime to brand The chastening of th' Almighty's hand!