“Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.”

France, An Ode. v
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)

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