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EMANCIPATION.

No rack can torture me, My soul's at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar.

Two bodies therefore be;

Bind one, and one will flee.

The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou, Except thyself may be Thine enemy;Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.