“One rich thing—or, it may be, more than this....
Might I not reach the borders of a land
That ought to have been mine? And there, the bliss
Of free speech, there the eyes that understand,
The men free grown, not modelled by the hand
Of masters—men that know, or men that seek,
—They will not gape and murmur when I speak.”
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Then, as he ceased, amid the farther wall
He saw a curtained and low lintelled door;