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MORE REMARKS.
Whence grew the titles of the Rich, and Great,To their vain treasures, and their vast Estate?
Were loads of gold, and leagues of grassy sod,
Mines, Woods, and Wilds—exclusive gifts of God?
And have not brother Men, of meaner Birth,
Some right and title to small specks of Earth?
Some rights to clothing, and some claims for food,
As much as Brethren of like mortal brood?
And are not cottages, and comforts due,
Gardens and glebes, to them, as well as You?
Yes, petty Despots! Ye who thus refuse
To hear their groans, and grant their destin'd dues,
Shall, at Heav'n's Bar, attend their last appeal,
And share the fate, all Tyrants, then, shall feel!
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