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SLAVERY
The ships pass up and down the sea,
The cars along the land;
But where is the world's felicity,
Or the people that understand?
The cars along the land;
But where is the world's felicity,
Or the people that understand?
Folk are trudging along the roads;
Cannot you hear their tread?
They are stung with whips and stabbed with goads
And driven until they are dead.
Cannot you hear their tread?
They are stung with whips and stabbed with goads
And driven until they are dead.
Around the world the poets sing,
Embroidering fair design;
But how can songs of broidery bring
Life to the undivine?
Embroidering fair design;
But how can songs of broidery bring
Life to the undivine?
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They sing the fierceness of the sea,
The fairness of the land;
But where is the world's felicity,
Or the people that understand?
The fairness of the land;
But where is the world's felicity,
Or the people that understand?
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