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32110	Richmond, Hiram Hoyt	Montezuma: An Epic on the Origin and Fate of the Aztec Nation			.txt	text/plain	38149	2813	90	Touched by God's hand, the bolts will always yield; And all our hearts shall melt into thy smile." The nations, in their cerements, shall pass thy door, And earth be wrapped in ashes ere thy brow shall bear the fatal We may gather that fire that shall glow with thy love; Man may disturb it, but the hand of God The secrets of thy conquest: be thou shut up with God, Once more do we turn on thy face our glad eyes, And thy great glowing heart _all_ ablaze Grant the aged a home, on thy great shining breast, Who turned their faces on their god of gold, But God must place his hand upon each heart, One great white Hand shall hold the scales of fate, To turn thy nation's darkness into day. That shine from the face of the day god. When thy hand is the turn of the gate,	./cache/32110.txt	./txt/32110.txt