To Peoples on the MarchYou cannot hem the hope of being freeWith parallels of latitude, with mountain range or sea;Put heavy padlocks on Truth’s lips, be callous as you will,From soul to soul, o’er all the world,leaps the electric thrill.—James Russell LowellContents
To Peoples on the March
You cannot hem the hope of being freeWith parallels of latitude, with mountain range or sea;Put heavy padlocks on Truth’s lips, be callous as you will,From soul to soul, o’er all the world,leaps the electric thrill.
You cannot hem the hope of being freeWith parallels of latitude, with mountain range or sea;Put heavy padlocks on Truth’s lips, be callous as you will,From soul to soul, o’er all the world,leaps the electric thrill.
You cannot hem the hope of being freeWith parallels of latitude, with mountain range or sea;Put heavy padlocks on Truth’s lips, be callous as you will,From soul to soul, o’er all the world,leaps the electric thrill.
You cannot hem the hope of being free
With parallels of latitude, with mountain range or sea;
Put heavy padlocks on Truth’s lips, be callous as you will,
From soul to soul, o’er all the world,
leaps the electric thrill.
—James Russell Lowell