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CHESS, by                
First Line: I hear men cry on every hand
Last Line: The pawn may yet become a queen.'
Subject(s): Chess


I hear men cry on every hand,
'The villains lord it in our land,
They own the wealth we beggars need,
And horses of the noblest breed.'

'Time marches on': so I exclaim.
'Fate plays at chess, and Fortune's game
Goes on as it has ever been:
The pawn may yet become a queen.'





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