34.

All sweet, all sacred, all heroic things,

All generous names and loyal, and all wise,

With all his heart in all its wayfarings

He sought, and worshipped, seeing them with his eyes

In very present glory, clothed with wings

Of words and deeds and dreams immortal, rise

Visible more than living slaves and kings,

Audible more than actual vows and lies:

These, with scorn's fieriest rod,

These and the Lord their God,

The Lord their likeness, tyrant of the skies

As they Lord Gods of earth,

These with a rage of mirth

He mocked and scourged and spat on, in such wise

That none might stand before his rod,

And these being slain the Spirit alone be lord or God.

35.

For of all souls for all time glorious none

Loved Freedom better, of all who have loved her best,

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