Crow's Mark

Strong I stand, though I have borne
Anger, hate, and bitter scorn;
Strong I stand, and laugh to see
How mankind have fought with me.

Shade of mast'ry, I contemn
All the puny ways of men;
Free my heart, my spirit free;
Beckon, and I'll follow thee.

False and foolish mortal, know,
If you scorn the world's disdain,
Your mean soul is far below
Other worms, however vain.

Thing of Dust—with boundless pride,
Dare you take me for a guide?
With the humble I will be;
Haughty men are nought to me.
Manuscript D11 is one leaf containing Nos. 33, 34, and 35 on one side, and on the reverse Nos. 82, 83, 84, 5, and 6 respectively.
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