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[VI O Prejudice, thou spider shrewd]
O Prejudice, thou spider shrewd,For ever weaving on, in wicked mood,
From threads of slander, threads of shame,
Thy cobwebs through the halls of fame,
Till Death, with besom bluff and strong,
From groins and rafters where they throng,
Sweeps clear away
The unclean array!
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