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All hail the dawn of a new day breaking, / When a strong-armed nation shall take away / The weary burdens from backs that are aching / With maximum labour and minimum pay; / When no man is honoured who hoards his millions; / When no man feasts on another's toil; / And God's poor suffering, striving billions / Shall share His riches of sun and soil.
There is gold for all in the earth's broad bosom, / There is food for all in the land's great store; / Enough is provided if rightly divided; / Let each man take what he needs -- no more. / Shame on the miser with unused riches, / Who robs the toiler to swell his hoard, / Who beats down the wage of the digger of ditches, / And steals the bread from the poor man's board.