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Show SMOOT'S QUERY Good Lord, when will It coase! Is there no hopo for meJ By day nnd night I pray for peace, And beg that I may sovereign bo. Americans on every side I I low shall my chief tain get his duef If tithing is to him deuiod There is no hope, and ho feels blue. But worst of all, to mc the blow; I who had sworn to wear tho crown, I who had said: I surely know Our enemies aro crushed and down. , And now I see with each day's sun, My power grows less; where shall I turn? It oooms ns If my raco Is run, I'm conquered by tho ones I'd spurn. |