Prisoners
We rise not up to wonder of wingèd mirth,
We bow not down to the ground's abysmal prayer,
O birds like resurrection over the air,
O meek and lowly dead, possessing the earth!
We bow not down to the ground's abysmal prayer,
O birds like resurrection over the air,
O meek and lowly dead, possessing the earth!
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