Poem

Though from his youth to age he roam as free
As winds, he dreams not freedom's ecstasy.

"Cure for freedom's farms is freedoms still."

Despite the hopelessness the author perceives his future to be, he or she still held onto the belief that "I am the mater of my fate: I am the captain of my soul"

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