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...waiting, while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by ? How long shall they reproach us, where crowd on crowd...gold-crushed hungry hell ? Through squalid life they labored, in sordid grief they died, — Those sons of a mighty mother, those props of England's pride....

...waiting? while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by. How long shall they reproach us where crowd on crowd...gold-crushed, hungry hell? Through squalid life they labored, in sordid grief they died, Those sons of a mighty mother, those props of England's pride....

...waiting, while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by ? How long shall they reproach us, where crowd on crowd...gold-crushed hungry hell ? Through squalid life they labored, in sordid grief they died. — Those sons of a mighty mother, those props of England's pride....

...waiting ? while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by. How long shall they reproach us where crowd on crowd...of the wicked city, the gold-crushed hungry hell? It is we must answer and hasten, and open wide the door For the rich man's hurrying terror, and the...

...waiting ? while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by. " How long shall they reproach us where crowd on crowd...ghosts of the wicked city, the gold-crushed hungry hell ? "Come, then, let us cast off fooling, and put by ease and rest, For the CAUSE alone is worthy till...

...waiting ? while our brothers droop and die, And on every wind of the heavens a wasted life goes by. Through squalid life they laboured, in sordid grief...of a mighty mother, those props of England's pride. nor save our souls from the curse; They are gone; there is none can undo it, But many a million cometh,...