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 When he gilds the mill and mine, inspires the slave to rise and dare; Lights with love the cheerless garret, bids the tyrant to beware;

When he steals the pang from poverty with meanings new and clear, Reconciling pain and peace, and bringing blissful visions near;—

His reward? Nor cross nor ribbon, but all others high above; They have won their glittering symbols—he has earned the people's love!