Chapter 219 of 221 · 54 words · ~1 min read

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Yes, build your walls of stone or sand, But know, when all is builded--then, The proper breastworks of the land Are in a race of freeborn men! The sons of sires, who knew, in life, That, of all virtues, manhood first, Still nursing peace, yet arms for strife, And braves, for liberty, the worst!