O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
O powerful love,that in some respects makes a beast a man,in some other, a man a beast.
My fiftieth year had come and gone,I sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,And open book and empty cupOn the marble table-top.
In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear.
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