Through life’s dark road his sordid way he wends,
More quotes by Charles Sprague
Lo where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
Behold! in Liberty’s unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.
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