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Here the free spirit of mankind, at length,
Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place
A limit to the giant's unchained strength,
Or curb his swiftness in the forward race!
--
The Ages, st. XXXIII (1821).

 

William Cullen Bryant

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At Tara today in this fateful hour
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