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Edgar Lee Masters - America In 1804
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(America Conquers Europe.) 

Foul shapes that hate the day, again grown bold, 
Late driven hence, infested fane and court. 
The laurels of our victory were amort. 
Vile King-craft with his breed of blood and gold 
Took heart to see the ancient wrongs infold 
Our life, and childish figments which disport 
I` that pale light whose essence mayn`t support 
Realities, in Freedom`s hall to hold 
Sick carnival did troop. But at the height 
Of that debauch, while yet could be erased 
The smut and spittle from the sacred chart, 
Written in blood --a man whose soul gave light 
Intolerable to kings, their power abased, 
As he subdued the empire of the heart.
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