If she can scoff at Freedom, and its Be, if ye will, the scandal of God's fair

Nor mine the seer-like power to
show

The secrets of the heart and mind;
To drop the plummet-line below
Our common world of joy and woe,

Of all we loved and honored, naught 25
Save power remains;

A more intense despair or brighter hope A falien angel's pride of thought,

to find.

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Still strong in chains.