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I la ,  h a !  T  have  them  ill  my  grip,
                                   I  hold  them  fast,  they  cannot  slip,
                                              Their  throats  I  grab,
                                              Their  ho,arts  I  stab,
                                   T  quell  their  moan.s,  T  still  tlicir  trouble--
                                   I'm  T>Arlin.r  the  nre  is  to  stubble.


                                   Gods  were they  called  by  men,  at  birth c
                                   I  lay  them  low,  low  down  in  earth;
                                              They  once  wore  crowns,
                                              And  put  on  frowns;
                                   I  wind  them  in  the  e’.ammy sheet,
                                   I  crush  them  'neath  my  ;ron  feet.


                                   Jaws  spoke  decrees— I  rend  their jaws,
                                    I  rend  their  flesh  with  ghastly  claws;
                                              Go,  bring  them  hither—-
                                              They  come,  they  wither ;
                                    I  slay  their  hopes,  1  kill  their  pride,
                                    Their  eyes  are  dead,  their  blood is  dried,


                                    Victor,  come  here!   Thou  homeless,  come!
                                    For  one,  defeat— for  one,  a  home !
                                               Thou  pauper  there.

                                               Til ole  millionaire—
                                    Beneath  your  ribs  L  diij  and  burrow,
                                    I plough you  under  in  one  furrow.


                                    I  seize them  all,  there’s  110  reprieve,
                                    I  munched  old  Adam, dined  on  Eve,
                                               Caesars  1  bound
                                               Fast  under  ground ;
                                    I  snuff out kings,  the  kings  are  not.
                                    I  rout  their  hosts,  their  armies  rot-
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