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[167] For ready mart or favoring blast
     Through Moloch's fire,
Flesh of his flesh, unsparing, passed
     The Tyrian sire.

Ye make that ancient sacrifice
     Of Mall to Gain,
Your traffic thrives, where Freedom dies,
     Beneath the chain.

Ye sow to-day; your harvest, scorn
     And hate, is near;
How think ye freemen, mountain-born,
     The tale will hear?

Thank God! our mother State can yet
     Her fame retrieve;
To you and to your children let
     The scandal cleave.

Chain Hall and Pulpit, Court and Press,
     Make gods of gold;
Let honor, truth, and manliness
     Like wares be sold.

Your hoards are great, your walls are strong,
     But God is just;
The gilded chambers built by wrong
     Invite the rust.

What! know ye not the gains of Crime
     Are dust and dross;
Its ventures on the waves of time
     Foredoomed to loss!

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