/tab\The poverty-stricken millions
/tab\/tab\Who challenge our wine and bread,
/tab\And impeach us all as traitors,
/tab\/tab\Both the living and the dead.
/tab\And whenever I sit at the banquet,
/tab\/tab\Where the feast and song are high,
/tab\Amid the mirth and music
/tab\/tab\I can hear that fearful cry.
/tab\And hollow and haggard faces
/tab\/tab\Look into the lighted hall,
/tab\And wasted hands are extended
/tab\/tab\To catch the crumbs that fall.
/tab\And within there is light and plenty,
/tab\/tab\And odors fill the air;
/tab\But without there is cold and darkness,
/tab\/tab\And hunger and despair.
/tab\And there in the camp of famine,
/tab\/tab\In wind, and cold, and rain,
/tab\Christ, the great Lord of the Army,
/tab\/tab\Lies dead upon the plain.
/tab\/tab\/tab\/tab\-- Longfellow

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