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MORSE'S TELEGRAPH.
A good and generous spirit ruled the hour;Old jealousies were drowned in brotherhood;
Philanthropy rejoiced that skill and power,
Servants to science, compass all men's good;
And over all, Religion's banner stood
Upheld by thee, true patriarch of the plan
Which in two hemispheres was schemed to shower
Mercies from God on universal Man:
Yes, this electric chain from East to West
More than mere metal, more than Mammon can
Bind us together, kinsmen, in the best
As most affectionate and frankest bond,
Brethren at one,—and, looking far beyond,
The World in an electric Union blest.
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