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[Freedom is come among us. Winged from hell]
Freedom is come among us. Winged from hellShe rises with the serpents in her locks.
Kings, priests, republics with her fiery shocks
She breaks and scatters daily. This is well.
But though all other false dominions fell,
There is one tyranny based on the rocks
Of nature and necessity, that mocks
And breaks all waves that 'gainst its base rebel—
The union of the drove against the deer
That follows not their path, of bird with bird
Against the lonely one of alien song,
The league against the brave of those that fear,
The hate for isolation of the herd,
The banding of the weak to crush the strong.
March 14th, 1886.
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