51.4
’My brethren, we are free! the plains and mountains,
The gray sea-shore, the forests and the fountains,
Are haunts of happiest dwellers;—­man and woman,
Their common bondage burst, may freely borrow 2230
From lawless love a solace for their sorrow;
For oft we still must weep, since we are human. 
A stormy night’s serenest morrow,
Whose showers are pity’s gentle tears,
Whose clouds are smiles of those that die 2235
Like infants without hopes or fears,
And whose beams are joys that lie
In blended hearts, now holds dominion;
The dawn of mind, which upwards on a pinion
Borne, swift as sunrise, far illumines space, 2240
And clasps this barren world in its own bright embrace!

51.5
’My brethren, we are free!  The fruits are glowing
Beneath the stars, and the night-winds are flowing
O’er the ripe corn, the birds and beasts are dreaming—­
Never again may blood of bird or beast 2245
Stain with its venomous stream a human feast,
To the pure skies in accusation steaming;
Avenging poisons shall have ceased
To feed disease and fear and madness,
The dwellers of the earth and air 2250
Shall throng around our steps in gladness,
Seeking their food or refuge there. 
Our toil from thought all glorious forms shall cull,
To make this Earth, our home, more beautiful,
And Science, and her sister Poesy, 2255
Shall clothe in light the fields and cities of the free!

51.6
’Victory, Victory to the prostrate nations! 
Bear witness Night, and ye mute Constellations
Who gaze on us from your crystalline cars! 
Thoughts have gone forth whose powers can sleep no more! 2260
Victory!  Victory!  Earth’s remotest shore,
Regions which groan beneath the Antarctic stars,
The green lands cradled in the roar
Of western waves, and wildernesses
Peopled and vast, which skirt the oceans 2265
Where morning dyes her golden tresses,
Shall soon partake our high emotions: 
Kings shall turn pale!  Almighty Fear,
The Fiend-God, when our charmed name he hear,
Shall fade like shadow from his thousand fanes, 2270
While Truth with Joy enthroned o’er his lost empire reigns!’

51.52. 
Ere she had ceased, the mists of night entwining
Their dim woof, floated o’er the infinite throng;
She, like a spirit through the darkness shining,
In tones whose sweetness silence did prolong, 2275
As if to lingering winds they did belong,
Poured forth her inmost soul:  a passionate speech
With wild and thrilling pauses woven among,
Which whoso heard was mute, for it could teach
To rapture like her own all listening hearts to reach. 2280