EMANCIPATION.
No rack can torture me, My soul's at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou, Except thyself may be Thine enemy;Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.
