And who shall separate the dust Which later we shall be?
Whose keen discerning eye will scan
And solve the mystery?
The high, the low, the rich, the poor, The black, the white, the red,
And all the chromatic in between,
Of whom shall it be said:
Here lies the dust of Africa, Here are the sons of Rome,
Here lies the one unlabeled,
The world at large his home.
When one can one then separate the…
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