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Of the dumb, bayed god in men, / Of the burdened mother eyes, / Of the little, lifted hands, / Of the passion and the dream / Sighing up from trodden lands, / Fearless, he is born again; / Bold inquisitor of skies, / Treading earth unmastered, free, / And the way grows wide for him / Walking with the day to be.
Dead the grasp of custom then, / Silent grows her voice and pen; / Part as air the birth-wrong bands, / Break as thread the steel-drawn strands, / Graves no longer over-awe, / Dust is dust and men are men; / A living tongue again gives living law.