  Liberty When Cassius fell and Brutus died, Resentful Liberty arose, Where from aloft the mountain snows She watch’d the battle’s breaking tide; And as she rent her azure robe Darkness descended o’er the globe. ‘Break never, Night,’ she cried, ‘nor bring Before I come again the morn With all her heav’nly light, for scorn Of this base world so slumbering; Where men for thrice five hundred years Their sin shall mourn, and me, in tears.’ 1882. |
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