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Gyved and chained in his father's home	A
He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule	B
Bowed to the earth in the land of his birth	C
The Slave who was Son of a Fool	B
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Poor remnant he of a conquered race	D
Long shorn of its power and pride	E
No reverence shone in his sullen face	D
When they told how that race had died	E
But the meed that he gave to his father's name	F
Was a down drooped head and a flush of shame	F
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Burned in his brain was the pitiful tale	G
Of a sabre too late unsheathed	E
Deep in his heart lay the poisoned dart	E
Of the shame that his sire bequeathed	E
The searing shame of a laggard life	H
Of an arm too weak in the hour of strife	H
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Oh the Fool had reigned full many a year	I
In the Land of the Bounteous Gifts	J
Dreaming and drifting with never a fear	I
As a doomed fool pleasantly drifts	J
And he ate his fill of the gifts she gave	K
The Fool who was sire of a hopeless Slave	K
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Through years of plenty and years of peace	L
he lolled in the pleasing shade	E
Marking his flocks and his herds increase	L
Watching his waxing trade	E
And he smiled when he heard of the old world's wars	M
With never a care for his own rich stores	M
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Year by year as his harvest grew	N
He gleaned with a lightsome heart	E
His barns he filled and he sowed and tilled	E
Trading in port and mart	E
Proud of his prowess in psort and trade	E
Was the Fool who scoffed at an alien raid	E
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Little he recked of the gathering cloud	E
That boded a swift disgrace	D
Was he not seed of a manly breed	E
Proud son of a warlike race	D
And he told of the deeds that his sires had done	O
While he wielded a bat in the place of a gun	O
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Small were his fears in the rich fat years	P
Loud was his laugh of scorn	Q
When they whispered low of a watching foe	R
Greedy for gold and corn	Q
A foe grown jealous of trade an pow'r	S
Marking the teasure and waiting the hour	T
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'Twas a cheerful Fool but a Fool foredoomed	E
Gazed out on a clear spring morn	Q
And his eye ranged wide o'er the countryside	E
With its treasures its kine and corn	Q
And 'Mine all mine ' said the prosperous Fool	B
'And it never shall pass to an alien rule '	-
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And e'en when the smoke of the raiders' ships	U
Trailed out o'er the northern skies	V
His laugh was loud ''Tis a summer cloud '	-
Said the Fool in his Paradise	W
And to guard his honor he gave a gun	O
To the feeble hands of his younger son	O
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Oh a startled Fool and a Fool in haste	E
Awoke on a later day	E
When they sped the word that a foe laid waste	E
His ports by the smiling bay	E
And his voice was shrill as he bade his sons	X
Haste out to the sound of the booming guns	X
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He was brave they tell as a fool is brave	K
With an oath 'tween his hard clenched teeth	Y
When he found the sword that he fain would wave	K
Held fast in its rusty sheath	Y
When he learned that the hand so skilled in play	E
Was the hand of a child that fatal day	E
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And scarce had he raised his rallying cry	Z
Scarce had he called one note	E
When he died as ever a foo must die	Z
With his war song still in his throat	E
And an open ditch was the hasty grave	K
Of the Fool who fathered a hopeless Slave	K
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They point the moral they tell the tale	G
And the old world wags its head	E
'If a Fool hath treasure and Might prevail	G
Then the Fool must die ' 'tis said	E
And the end of it all is a broken gun	O
And the heritage gleaned by a hapless son	O
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Gyved and chained in his father's home	A
He toiled 'neath a conqueror's rule	B
While they flung in his face the taunt of his race	D
A Slave and the Son of a Fool	B

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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