Many a day and lonesome nights
In distant land out of sight
Its utmost cry thine quest sublime
Carved in stone aged in time
Beyond peasant man's dream
Of justice and freedom
Beyond man's want. a noble aim
Clamor of hope never cease
Groping for so elusive peace
From an edifice outrage sparks
Reeks of murmuring dream marks
Like a noble heaven's try
A never ending battle cry
Thine quest sublime almost at hand
Though aged in time,
Through storms NPM withstand
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