Most strange! Most queer—although most excellent a change! Shades of the prison-house, ye disappear! My fettered thoughts have won a wider range, And like my legs, are free; No longer huddled up so pitiably: Free now to pry and probe, and peep and peer, And make these mysteries out. Shall a free-thinking chicken live in doubt? For now no doubt undoubtedly I am: This problem's very heavy on my mind, And I'm not one to either shirk or sham; I won't be blinded, and I won't be blind.
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