Sonnet to the Mantled

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Sonnet to the Mantled

And they shall rise and cast their mantles by,

Erect and strong and visioned, in the day

That rings the knell of Curfew o’er the sway

Of prejudice⁠—who reels with mortal cry

To lift no more her leprous, blinded eye,

Reft of the fetters, far more cursed than they

Which held dominion o’er human clay,

The spirit soars aloft where rainbows lie.

Like joyful exiles swift returning home⁠—

The rhythmic chanson of their eager feet,

While voices strange to ecstasy, long dumb,

Break forth in major rhapsodies, full sweet.

Into the very star-shine, lo! they come

Wearing the bays of victory complete!