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ALMS
A BEGGAR, bent beneath the weight of years,—
To wretchedness inured, half reconciled,—
Entreated help, and I could give but tears;
Yet grateful looked the man on me, and smiled.
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ALMS
A BEGGAR, bent beneath the weight of years,—
To wretchedness inured, half reconciled,—
Entreated help, and I could give but tears;
Yet grateful looked the man on me, and smiled.
132