OVERHEARD AT THE MONEY CHANGERS OF NINEVEH.
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Our Pilgrim sires—brief the story— They planted and we reaped the glory; Their simple thrift and noble deeds We swapped for affluence and creeds; Our bank account the trickster rifles, Their Sabbath Day we sold for trifles; They, wisdom-governed, graced creation, Ill-timed and aimless, now a nation Has bartered Freedom at its forum, Where statesmen wait to find a quorum.