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TURK AND SLAV.
NE'ER could I deem the Turk “unspeakable”,For treason foul he did in blood repress,
Nor wherefore “Slav” should “angel” spell might guess.
Here a folk have we, sober, honourable,
True, clean, brave, honest, all that's fair and well,
And there a race name-doomed, for drunkenness
Theft, sloth, filth, treachery branded and no less
Stained with a soil of lust indelible.
Dark are the days and all the dim To-be
With murk of doubt o'ermisted is for me:
Natheless, I hope to see the conquering Turk,
Regenerate, yet the dregs of Slavdom bring
Back to the one sole necessary thing,
Duty in quiet done and wholesome work.
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