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Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field...et him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bright air...Let the enchained soul shut...hildren return from the oppressor's scourge...Singing, the sun has left his bl...And the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless...And now the lion and wolf shall...What is the price of experience? Do men ...sdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price...Of all that a man hath...Wisdom is sold in the desolate market whe...And in the withered field where the farmer plows for br...thing to triumph in the summer's sun...And in the vintage and to sing on the wagon loaded with c... easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted...To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer...To listen to the hungry raven's cry ...When the red blood is filled with wine and with the marrow of lambs...To hear the dog howl at the wintry door...The ox in the slaughter house moa...To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm...To rejoice in the blight that covers ...And the sickness that cuts ...Then the groan and the dolor are quite for...And the slave grinding at the mill...And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison...And the soldier in the field...When the shattered bone hath...Among the happier dead...thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity