I saw one rushing madly in pursuit Of Liberty. With frenzied steps he strode. Old laws and customs with disdainful foot He spurned beneath him in a mire of blood. He stood before the wondering world a god, A king with Freedom for his spouse and queen. He felt his empire was divine and trod, As on a footstool, on the necks of men. Ruin awhile and havoc strewed his path. He had his day of glory and his fall. He stood once more upon his father`s hearth, Sated with pride, and there in frenzy worse Wrought foul dishonour on that honoured hall, And left its walls forever with a curse.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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