I long for no unfair, doctrinaire abode
Where thin strand of humanity
Slips into a sea of dread; 
Elusive like an unbeaten lane
Of distant deep, 
Where hoggish nature of the crazy world 
Dwelt with a bundle of nerves, 
With insane sense
Fragments the very quintessence
Of philanthropy, in any of my dreams! 
But a ten world I long 
Where sober breeze of freedom
Sings a refined strain of song.                
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