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The robber hoards that strip and slay / Take more than gold, forsooth, / They kill our holiest of Hopes -- / They take all Love -- all Youth!
They smite the mother and the maid -- / The babe that cries unfed, / And little children, sore afraid / Sob in the night for bread.