the army of reform.
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But freedom's own true spirit heaves
The bosom of the main;
It tossed those fetters to the skies,
And bounded on again!
The bosom of the main;
It tossed those fetters to the skies,
And bounded on again!
The scorn of each succeeding age
On Xerxes' head was hurled,
And o'er that foolish deed has pealed
The long laugh of a world.
On Xerxes' head was hurled,
And o'er that foolish deed has pealed
The long laugh of a world.
Thus, thus, defeat, and scorn, and shame;
Is his, who strives to bind
The restless, leaping waves of thought,
The free tide of the mind.
Is his, who strives to bind
The restless, leaping waves of thought,
The free tide of the mind.
