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Mercy. It seems a word
Seldom in these times heard.
Once urged on human hearts,
Its meaning, sweet to some,
Has for too many become
A presence that departs.

No nation, in its need,
Mercy's name must heed.
No statesman dare suggest
Methods by mercy bless'd.
Most minds decide to-day
That mercy does not pay.
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