Mute Opinion
I traversed a dominionWhose spokesmen spake out strongTheir purpose and opinionThrough pulpit, press, and song.I scarce had means to note thereA large-eyed few, and dumb,Who thought not as those thought thereThat stirred the heat and hum.
When, grown a Shade, beholdingThat land in lifetime trode,To learn if its unfoldingFulfilled its clamoured code,I saw, in web unbroken,Its history outwroughtNot as the loud had spoken,But as the mute had thought.
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