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Rh chained and weeping at thy pillar's foot, Thy white flesh eaten by accursed bands. No love but thine can satisfy the heart, For love of thee holds in it hate of wrong, And shapes the hope that moulds humanity! Not mine your passions, yet I weigh them well— Who loves a greater sinks all lesser love, Who hates a tyrant loses lesser hate. My Land! I see thee in the marble, bowed Before thy tyrant, bound at foot and wrist— Thy garments rent—thy wounded shoulder bare— Thy chained hand raised to ward the cruel blow— My poor love round thee scarf-like, weak to hide And powerless to shield thee—but a boy I wound it round thee, dearest, and a man I drew it close and kissed thee—Mother, wife! For thee the past and future days; for thee The will to trample wrong and strike for slaves; For thee the hope that ere mine arm be weak And ere my heart be dry may close the strife