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Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes / See nothing save their own unlovely woe, / Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know --
But that the roar of thy Democracies, / Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies, / Mirror my wildest passions like the sea / And give my rage a brother -- ! Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries / Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings / By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades / Rob nations of their rights inviolate / And I remain unmoved -- and yet, and yet, / These Christs that die upon the barricades, / God knows it I am with them, in some things.