O thou great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years,
Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield
The scourge that drove the laborer to the field,
And turn a stony gaze on human tears,
Thy cruel reign is o’er;
Thy bondmen crouch no more...
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From “The Timepiece”: “The Task,” Book II. O FOR a lodge in some vast wilderness, |