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50 And never hear a bird save when they cage it? Is this the freedom of Thy truth? Ah, woe For those who see a higher, nobler law Than his, the Crucified, if this be so!

O, man's blind hope—Prometheus, thine the gift— That bids him live when reason bids him die! We cling to this, as sailors to a spar— We see that this is Truth: that men are one, Nor king nor slave among them save by law; We see that law is crime, save God's sweet code That laps the world in freedom: trees and men And every life around us, days and seasons, All for their natural order on the planet, To live their lives, an hour, a hundred years, Equal, content, and free—nor curse their souls With trade's malign unrest, with books that breed Disparity, contempt for those who cannot read; With cities full of toil and sin and sorrow, Climbing the devil-builded hill called Progress!