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Freedom by Helen Hunt Jackson

By Helen Hunt Jackson

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What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned O'er kingdoms which mere heritage attained. Though from his youth to age he roam as free As winds, he dreams not freedom's ecstacy. But he whose birth was in a nation chained For centuries; where every breath was drained From breasts of slaves which knew not there could be Such thing as freedom,--he beholds the light Burst, dazzling; though the glory blind his sight He knows the joy. Fools laugh because he reels And weilds confusedly his infant will;

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"What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he..."

"Freedom" by Helen Hunt Jackson is a deep and nature and inspirational english poem consisting of 14 lines. This English poem by Helen Hunt Jackson demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "What freeman knoweth freedom? Never he Whose father's father through long lives have reigned...", this piece explores themes of deep and nature and inspirational through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Helen Hunt Jackson's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Helen Hunt Jackson

Helen Hunt Jackson (1830–1885) was an American poet and activist whose poetry—including "September"—is known for its lyrical precision. She is better known for her novel "Ramona" and her advocacy for Native American rights.

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