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HE beardless statesman out at monarchy screams,
"Down, trampler by the heel on men's rights, down,
Foe to humanity's universal crown
Because it overdazzles thy false crown's beams";--
Thoughtless of human needs, he ever dreams
Of human "rights"--those "rights" being just alone
The singular needs peculiarly his own,--
Such needs as power to test one's own law-schemes;
But learned to think, he sees that men, in a king,
Find much they need,--a thing, to which must bow
Masters, as low as serfs; a man, whose brow
Is highest in the state, and yet must spring
Smiles to their smiles;--and so he lets enjoy
Mankind its many kings, as a child its toy.
Ebenezer Jones
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