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82 Caught Dreadful virgin forest webs East, The winding tuft of ranges North, West is the blinding twilight Down South the inundating river Our forefathers All man after the other With heavy hearts did cross, And through which we must stagger pass As we wade For, unturned Not shall a grain Remain Just like a dream When we are green Dustlike become Averting parents’ glare; But of life and nothing Thinking As the sun fades out Wishing Paradise Our soul’s sole domicile Though spotted Hailed by laity For recompense And just no thought None for the gory ignorant For it is the unique cure To enclosing a sinecure As we demand charity They blink generosity Against applause, Forgotten, may be, the cause Till the last day We’ll for all pay…. ...

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