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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