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10
A Rejoinder
Nay, blame me not, for wearily I go
Down the dark steep, who did from darkness rise;
Have I not seen the doom of tyrannies
Who laid the Tyrant tyrant-breaker low?
I bade the young new West to glory grow,
Quickened the merchant's marvellous emprise.
Even as I pass, I hear the groans and cries
Of that old East awakening in birth throe.
Down the dark steep, who did from darkness rise;
Have I not seen the doom of tyrannies
Who laid the Tyrant tyrant-breaker low?
I bade the young new West to glory grow,
Quickened the merchant's marvellous emprise.
Even as I pass, I hear the groans and cries
Of that old East awakening in birth throe.
Has not my face been turned towards the poor?
I gave the fruits of labour to the hind,
I freed the slave, the helpless children bless
My hand, I opened wide fair learning's door,
Preached far the Christ, and though men called me blind,
I stood for Peace and Tenderer-heartedness.
I gave the fruits of labour to the hind,
I freed the slave, the helpless children bless
My hand, I opened wide fair learning's door,
Preached far the Christ, and though men called me blind,
I stood for Peace and Tenderer-heartedness.
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