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Slavery and death the cup contains;
Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!
Softer than silk are iron chains
Compared with those that chafe the soul.
Hosanna, Lord, to Thee we sing,
Whose power the giant fiend obeys;
What countless thousands tribute bring,
For happier homes and brighter days!
Thou wilt not break the bruised reed,
Nor leave the broken heat unbound:
The wife regains a husband freed!
The orphan clasps a father found!
Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind;
Till man not more shall deem it just
To live by forging chains to bind
His weaker brother in the dust.
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