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time,
Wretched toilers in life's autumn, weary young ones in life's May
time-
They are crying, they are calling for their share of work and pleasure;
You are heaping high your coffers while you give them scanty measure,-
You have stolen God's wide acres, just to glut your swollen purses-
Oh! restore them to His children ere their pleading turns to curses.
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