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"Yes?"

"Only this I pray, just this and nothing more--that I , Allan!"

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At last he spoke

"The wonder and the glory of it all!" he whispered "Oh, the wonder of a dream, a vision come to pass, before our eyes!

"For, see! Has not the prophecy co and a hope, is it not now reality? Is it not now all even as we dreaalow beside the broad, slow- Hudson?

"Is this not true?"

I see a world where thrones have crus are dust The aristocracy of idleness has perished from the earth

I see a world without a slave Man at last is free Nature's forces have by science been enslaved Lightning and light, wind and wave, frost and flame, and all the secret, subtle powers of earth and air are the tireless toilers for the human race

I see a world at peace, adorned with every form of art, with music's myriad voices thrilled, while lips are rich ords of love and truth--a world in which no exile sighs, no prisoner ibbet's shadow does not fall; a world where labor reaps its full reward--where work and worth go hand in hand!

I see a world without the beggar's outstretched palm, the miser's heartless, stony stare, the piteous wail of want, the livid lips of lies, the cruel eyes of scorn

I see a race without disease of flesh or brain, shapely and fair, the married harthens, joy deepens, love canopies the earth--and over all, in the great dome, shines the eternal star of human hope!