That eye—in stern and awful grandeur flashing
Its warning light on one who ne’er had learnt
Pale fear till then. Well might his sword fall clashing
At that dread voice—“Man, darest thou slay me?”
So didst thou look, and speak, and wert made free!
ONE OF THE “UPPER TEN THOUSAND,” AND ONE OF THE PEOPLE.
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BY MRS. J. C. CAMPBELL.
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