The times have changed. Why do you make a fuss For privilege when there`s no law of form? Who of our kin was pusillanimous, A fine bull galloping into a storm? Why, none; unless you count it arrogance To cultivate humility in pride, To look but casually and half-askance On boots and spurs that went a devil`s ride. There was, remember, a Virginian Who took himself to be brute nature`s law, Cared little what men thought him, a tall man Who meditated calmly what he saw Until he freed his Negroes, lest he be Too strict with nature and than they less free.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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