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Shovel, axe, no labor sparing,

Vainly plied the men by day;

Where the fires at night shone flaring,

Stood a dam, in morning's ray.

Still from human victims bleeding,

Wailing sounds were nightly borne;

Seaward sped the flames, receding;

A canal appeared at morn!

Godless is he, naught respecting;

Covets he our grove, our cot;

Though our neighbor, us subjecting,

Him to serve will be our lot.