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Is this a holy thing to see? 
Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? 
Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! 
And their sun does never shine, And their fields are bleak and bare, And their ways are filled with thorns: It is eternal winter there. 
For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall. 
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