Poetry.

Walk out sower to sow your seeds.

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The sower of freedom in the wilderness,

I got out early, before the morning star;

With my clean and innocent hand

In enslaved furrows

I threw the the vivifying seeds-

But I merely have wasted my time,

My good thoughts and my works …..

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Be grazed you peaceful tribes or nations!

The call of honor will not arouse you.

What is the use for flocks from gifts of freedom? 

They should be slaughtered or shorn.

 From generation to generation their inheritance 

Are only the yoke with bells and the whip.

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