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Such is the conflict – when mankind doth strive

With its opressors in a strife of blood:

Or when free thought, like litings, are alive;

And in each boson of the multitude

Justice and truth, with custom’s hydra brood,

Wage silent war – whenpriest and kings dissemble

In smiles of frowns their fierce disquetitude

When round pure hearts, a host of hopes assemble,

The snaks and Eagle mect – the worlds fondations tremble!