LXVIII.

Would she be proud, or boast herself the free,

Who is but first of slaves? The nations are

In prison,—but the gaoler, what is he?

No less a victim to the bolt and bar.

Is the poor privilege to turn the key

Upon the captive, Freedom? He's as far

From the enjoyment of the earth and air

Who watches o'er the chain, as they who wear.

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