Of long toil 't is a matter Through many a silent age, Before such power can shatter Time-hallowed custom's cage. The soul-fruit of the peasant, Though seldom seed was sown,...
Dishonored by the higher, but loved by all the low, - Say, is it not the pathway that the new has to go? By those who ought to guard it betrayed, oh yes, betrayed, -...
Freedom's father - power strong, Freedom's mother - wrath and song. Giant-stout, a youth self-taught, Soon a giant's work he wrought. Ever he, full of glee,...