A widow's ox,
A donkey of the fatherless,
Seen around;
But cover the naked in the cold,
Clothing them!
With the pledge of true love.
Muse, fuse!
Iron is removed from the earth,
And copper is smelted from ore! !
Surely, there is a smelter for silver and,
A place where gold is refined;
In the land.
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