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 'Tis to see your children weak With their mothers pine and peak, When the winter winds are bleak:— They are dying whilst I speak.

'Tis to hunger for such diet As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye.

'Tis to be a slave in soul, And to hold no strong control Over your own wills, but be All that others make of ye.

Real Liberty

(See page 241)

Away with the State! I will take part in that revolution. Undermine the whole conception of a state, declare free choice and spiritual kinship to be the only all-important conditions of any union, and you will have the commencement of a liberty that is worth something.