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O Earth, Earth of my children; hearken! and O mine own,

Ye have hearts and forget not, ye in the darkness lying!

Now hast thou found thy prayer, crying to them that are gone.

Surely my knees are weary, but I kneel above your head;

Hearken, O ye so silent! My hands beat your bed!

I, I am near thee;

I kneel to thy dead to hear thee,

Kneel to mine own in the darkness; O husband, hear my crying!

Even as the beasts they drive, even as the loads they bear,

We go to the house of bondage. Hear, ye dead, O hear!