Lord, let this world choke
                on its ragged masses,

                let it gag on its damned,
                its guilty and its guiltless--no,

                no innocent souls, guide them all
                hand in hand, not to heaven

                but to some bright spot
                of land, of their own,

                where they can be the last
                to see the world's darkness fall

                and let them rest there, all
                and be whole.
              

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