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From Moses, Orange, and our Washington And Lincoln, hath the precept shone: " Be fair and just, my son."
It lifts the soul and purifies the heart 'Twould make the world a paradise;
'Twould end all war and silence every gun; Virtue would reign above dark vice. Be fair and just, my son.
An old gray man on an old gray horse
Came riding down the lane; Said the old gray man to the old gray horse: " Your gait gives me a pain."
Said the old gray horse to the old gray man: " You've grown so plaguey thin, You don't know when your seat is soft, And that's the fix you're in."
" I'll teach you better talk than that," Said the old gray man, quite huff; And he beat that old gray horse full hard With his stick so long and tough.

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