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ANGER.
On each man born has nature's will conferred
A genie, lofty of stature, huge of limb,
Who ever bides, in unknown regions dim,
The utterance of our one relenting word.
Perchance for months, even years, he has not stirred
To break his bonds of durance, firm and grim,
Until at length, to freedom calling him,
The mandate of release is clearly heard!
A genie, lofty of stature, huge of limb,
Who ever bides, in unknown regions dim,
The utterance of our one relenting word.
Perchance for months, even years, he has not stirred
To break his bonds of durance, firm and grim,
Until at length, to freedom calling him,
The mandate of release is clearly heard!
Then forth he springs, unfettered, fiercely brave,
Or yet, being spurred by ruder madness, prone
To attest his might in some wild way and fleet;
And there have been hot hours when this dread slave,
While hurrying back to his dark lair, has thrown
Murder's red outrage at his master's feet!
Or yet, being spurred by ruder madness, prone
To attest his might in some wild way and fleet;
And there have been hot hours when this dread slave,
While hurrying back to his dark lair, has thrown
Murder's red outrage at his master's feet!
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