No Bondage For Me

By William Francis Barnard

Chains are not other than chains,
Though fashioned of gold, I cry;
Nor is liberty less than a boon,
Though I have but a cup and a crust.
Better a bed in the fields,
And a man’s heart, at dawn in the sky,
Than a luxury great as a king’s,
Where a voice ever utters “Thou must!”

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