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 experience declares that man is the only animal which devours his own kind; for I can apply no milder term to the governments of Europe, and to the general prey of the rich on the poor.

To the Goddess of Liberty

(New York Harbor)

(See pages 504, 552)

Oh! is it bale-fire in thy brazen hand— The traitor-light set on betraying coasts To lure to doom the mariner? Art thou Indeed that Freedom, gracious and supreme, By France once sighted over seas of blood— A beacon to the ages, and their hope, A star against the midnight of the race, A vision, an announcement? Art thou she For whom our fathers fought at Lexington And trod the ways of death at Gettysburg? Thy torch is lit, thy steadfast hand upheld, Before our ocean-portals. For a sign Men set thee there to welcome—loving men, With faith in man. Thou wast upraised to tell, To simple souls that seek from over-seas Our rumored liberty, that here no chains Are on the people, here no kings can stand, Nor the old tyranny confound mankind, Sapping with craft the ramparts of the Law