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III.
For thou—when Athens reign'd and Rome,
Thy glorious eyes were dimm'd with pain
To mark in many a freeman's home
The slave, the scourge, the chain;

IV.
O follower of the Vision, still
In motion to the distant gleam
Howe'er blind force and brainless will
May jar thy golden dream

V.
Of Knowledge fusing class with class,
Of civic Hate no more to be,
Of Love to leaven all the mass,
Till every soul be free;