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    Freedom by Helen Hunt Jackson

    What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he
    Whose father's father through long lives have reigned
    O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained.
    Though from his youth to age he roam as free
    As winds, he dreams not freedom's ecstacy.
    But he whose birth was in a nation chained
    For centuries; where every breath was drained
    From breasts of slaves which knew not there could be
    Such thing as freedom,--he beholds the light
    Burst, dazzling; though the glory blind his sight
    He knows the joy. Fools laugh because he reels
    And weilds confusedly his infant will;
    The wise man watching with a heart that feels
    Says: "Cure for freedom's harms is freedom still."
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