In your heart are barricades, there forever are prepared dire battles for

In your heart are barricades, there forever are prepared dire battles for supremacy,
The most desperate battles are fought without blood, unseen, in awful silence,
And well do you know that every man is the hero of a thousand barricades —
Not less Fox than Hugo, not less he who, fighting, fell degraded by some sin, than he who, triumphant, was immortal in his trumpeted virtue —
Lincoln and his assassin, Burr and Andre, and in every man all his faculties, not one inopportune.
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