English poem
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by R. D. Blackmore (1825–1900)
No constraint of hands hath bound her, Not a chain hath e'er been round her; Silver star hath sealed her brow, Holy as an Isis cow.
Free to wander where she listeth; No immurement must defile (So the ancient law insisteth) This, the hallowed bride of Nile.
What recks Abraham's descendant Idols, priests, and pomps attendant? And how long shall nature heed What the stocks and stones decreed?