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 For those to whom you gave their daily bread Rancid with God-loathed "charity," their drink Putrid with man-loathed "sin," we bow our head Grateful, as the great hearse goes by, and think. Yes, you have fed the flesh and starved the souls Of thousands of us; you have taught too well The Rich are little gods beyond control, Save of your big God of the heaven and hell. We thank you. This was pretty once, and right. Now it wears rather thin. My lord, good night!



