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Some day, by laws as fixed and fair
As guide the planets in their sweep,
The children of each outcast heir
The harvest-fruits of time shall reap.
The peasant brain shall yet be wise,
The untamed pulse grow calm and still;
The blind shall see, the lowly rise,
And work in peace Time's wondrous will.
Some day, without a trumpet's call,
This news will o'er the world be blown:
“The heritage comes back to all!
The myriad monarchs take their own!”
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