When he gilds the mill and mine, inspires the slave to rise and dare;
Lights with love the cheerless garret, bids the tyrant to beware;
When he steals the pang from poverty with meanings new and clear,
Reconciling pain and peace, and bringing blissful visions near;—
His reward? Nor cross nor ribbon, but all others high above;
They have won their glittering symbols—he has earned the people's love!
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