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Let Mammon hold, while Mammon can,
The bones and blood of living man;
Let despots scorn, while despots dare,
The shrieks and writhings of despair; —

The end will come , it will not wait,
Bonds, yokes, and scourges have their date;
Slavery itself must pass away,
And be a tale of yesterday.
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