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Twelve hundred million men are spread / About this Earth, and I and You / Wonder, when You and I are dead, / "What will those luckless millions do?"
None whole or clean," we cry, "or free from stain / Of favour. " Wait awhile, till we attain / The Last Department where nor fraud nor fools, / Nor grade nor greed, shall trouble us again.