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Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West; Portals that lead to an enchanted land… Here, it is written, Toil shall have its wage And Honor honor, and the humblest man Stand level with the highest in the law. Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed And with the vision brightening in their eyes Gone smiling to the fagot and the sword.
Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836–1907) |
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