Trade
Where yonder ruddy-misted star Is tumbling down the placid sky The peoples aims were not so high As our heroic motives are; To love and trust they set a bar, And Profit was their only cry; They paid but little heed how nigh Came thundering the iron car. It rushed upon them and it passed Leaving a ghost of pain and fear To haunt the ruin it had made. But surely they have learnt at last? What far faint murmur can we hear Of frantic howling? Listen! . . . TRADE.
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"Where yonder ruddy-misted star..."
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