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Yet were none of them slaves;
Free they lie in their graves,
Our fathers, the ancient of men,
Souls that awake not again
 Free, as we living were free."

Then, if remembrance remain,
 Shall we not seeing have said
Out of the place where we lie
Hearing, rejoice and reply;
Men of a world without stain
Sons of men that in vain
 Lie not for love of you dead.

 1867.

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