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  Their labor has builded humble homes,
 * And cities with lofty halls;

And the one owns cities and houses and lands And the ninety and nine have empty hands.

But the night so dreary and dark and long,
 * At last shall the morning bring;

And over the land the victor's song
 * Of the ninety and nine shall ring,

And echo afar, from zone to zone, "Rejoice! for Labor shall have its own."

  