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Is here no triumph? Nay, what though

The yellow blood of Trade meanwhile should pour

Along its arteries a shrunken flow,

And the idle canvas droop around the shore?

These do not make a state,

Nor keep it great;

I think God made

The earth for man, not trade; 100

And where each humblest human creature

Can stand, no more suspicious or afraid,

Erect and kingly in his right of nature,

To heaven and earth knit with harmonious ties—

Where I behold the exultation

Of manhood glowing in those eyes

That had been dark for ages,

Or only lit with bestial loves and rages,

There I behold a Nation:

The France which lies 110

Between the Pyrenees and Rhine

Is the least part of France;

I see her rather in the soul whose shine

Burns through the craftsman's grimy countenance,

In the new energy divine

Of Toil's enfranchised glance.