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The hallowed limit. Often has my heart
Ached for that quiet haven!—haven'd now,
I think of those in this world's wilderness
Who wander on and find no home of rest
Till to the grave they go! them Poverty
Hollow-eyed fiend, the child of Wealth and Power,
Bad offspring of worse parents, aye afflicts,
Cankering with her foul mildews the chill'd heart—
Them Want with scorpion scourge drives to the den
Of Guilt—them Slaughter with the price of death
Buys for her raven brood. Oh not on them
God of eternal justice! not on them
Let fall thy thunder!
Ached for that quiet haven!—haven'd now,
I think of those in this world's wilderness
Who wander on and find no home of rest
Till to the grave they go! them Poverty
Hollow-eyed fiend, the child of Wealth and Power,
Bad offspring of worse parents, aye afflicts,
Cankering with her foul mildews the chill'd heart—
Them Want with scorpion scourge drives to the den
Of Guilt—them Slaughter with the price of death
Buys for her raven brood. Oh not on them
God of eternal justice! not on them
Let fall thy thunder!
Household Deities!
Then only shall be Happiness on earth
When Man shall feel your sacred power, and love
Your tranquil joys; then shall the city stand
A huge void sepulchre, and rising fair
Amid the ruins of the palace pile
The Olive grow, there shall the Tree of Peace
Then only shall be Happiness on earth
When Man shall feel your sacred power, and love
Your tranquil joys; then shall the city stand
A huge void sepulchre, and rising fair
Amid the ruins of the palace pile
The Olive grow, there shall the Tree of Peace
