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The sun on us has shone so bright, / We wish to you to give the light.
That sun of truth we seek to show / To children blind, all in a row.
Wonders all to see we'll let you / If in our hands we only get you.
Of building jails we'll show the trick, / How pris'ners 'gainst their fetters kick.
There's knotted whips for stubborn backs, / For saucy nations painful racks.
In change for your mountains grand and old, / With this instruction we you greet.
These are the last things, already we hold / The plains and seas beneath our feet.