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Take me once more where the sun
shall shine upon my time-worn head,
For the last time as my race is run.
Soon to live amidst the ever-silent dead
now to repose half forgot.
I have broke the hard bitter bread .
With all those who trembled not,
buckled on their armor to fight,
against the callous tyrant's lot.
I have never bowed to his might,
knelt not before him ~ I bear within
my heart the conscience of the right.
Free from perpetual hate of gilded sin,
I shall be weary with the stain ,
forever poverty be on me ~ yet I win .
With unencumbered heart I go
to the footstool of my Maker,
I hope to stand a clean free soul.
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