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What wrongs the Oppressor suffered, these we know;

These have found piteous voice in song and prose;

But for the Oppressed, their darkness and their woe,

Their grinding centuries—what Muse had those?

Though hall and palace had nor eyes nor ears,

Hardening a people's heart to senseless stone,

Thou knewest them, O Earth, that drank their tears, 40

O Heaven, that heard their inarticulate moan!

They noted down their fetters, link by link;

Coarse was the hand that scrawled, and red the ink;

Rude was their score, as suits unlettered men,

Notched with a headsman's axe upon a block:

What marvel if, when came the avenging shock,

'Twas Atë, not Urania, held the pen?