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POEMS.
But Thou, proud Man, the Beggar scorning,
Unmoved who saw'st me kneel for bread,
Thy heart shall ache to hear at morning,
That morning found the Beggar dead:
And when the room resounds with laughter,
My famished cry thy mirth shall scare,
And often shalt Thou wish hereafter,
Thou hadst not scorned the Orphan's prayer.
Unmoved who saw'st me kneel for bread,
Thy heart shall ache to hear at morning,
That morning found the Beggar dead:
And when the room resounds with laughter,
My famished cry thy mirth shall scare,
And often shalt Thou wish hereafter,
Thou hadst not scorned the Orphan's prayer.
