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And they shall rise and cast their mantles by, / Erect and strong and visioned, in the day / That rings the knell of Curfew o'er the sway / Of prejudice -- who reels with mortal cry / To lift no more her leprous, blinded eye, / Reft of the fetters, far more cursed than they / Which held dominion o'er human clay, / The spirit soars aloft where rainbows lie.
Like joyful exiles swift returning home --
The rhythmic chanson of their eager feet, / While voices strange to ecstasy, long dumb, / Break forth in major rhapsodies, full sweet.
Into the very star-shine, lo! they come / Wearing the bays of victory complete!