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Shall I say, "My son, you're branded in this country's pageantry, / By strange subtleties you're tethered, and no forum sets you free?"
Shall I mark the young lights fading through your soul-enchannelled eye, / As the dusky pall of shadows screen the highway of your sky?
Or shall I, with love prophetic, bid you dauntlessly arise, / Spurn the handicap that clogs you, taking what the world denies, / Bid you storm the sullen fortress wrought by prejudice and wrong / With a faith that shall not falter, in your heart and on your tongue!