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[184] More closely for the sake of them
     Each other's hands we press;
Our voices take from them a tone
     Of deeper tenderness.

Our joy is theirs, their trust is ours,
     Alike below, above,
Or here or there, about us fold
     The arms of one great love!

We ask to-day no countersign,
     No party names we own;
Unlabelled, individual,
     We bring ourselves alone.

What cares the unconventioned wood
     For pass-words of the town?
The sound of fashion's shibboleth
     The laughing waters drown.

Here cant forgets his dreary tone,
     And care his face forlorn;
The liberal air and sunshine laugh
     The bigot's zeal to scorn.

From manhood's weary shoulder falls
     His load of selfish cares;
And woman takes her rights as flowers
     And brooks and birds take theirs.

The license of the happy woods,
     The brook's release are ours;
The freedom of the unshamed wind
     Among the glad-eyed flowers.

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