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[267] Take the worn frame, that rested not
     Save in a martyr's grave;
The care-lined face, that none forgot,
     Bent to the kneeling slave.

Let man be free! The mighty word
     He spake was not his own;
An impulse from the Highest stirred
     These chiselled lips alone.

The cloudy sign, the fiery guide,
     Along his pathway ran,
And Nature, through his voice, denied
     The ownership of man.

We rest in peace where these sad eyes
     Saw peril, strife, and pain;
His was the nation's sacrifice,
     And ours the priceless gain.

O symbol of God's will on earth
     As it is done above!
Bear witness to the cost and worth
     Of justice and of love.

Stand in thy place and testify
     To coming ages long,
That truth is stronger than a lie,
     And righteousness than wrong.

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