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206 BLAKE'S POEMS.
WHEN nations grow old
he Arts grow cold,
nd Commerce settles on every tree
Aud the poor and the old
Can live upon gold,
For all are born poor.
Aged sixty-three
206 BLAKE'S POEMS.
WHEN nations grow old
he Arts grow cold,
nd Commerce settles on every tree
Aud the poor and the old
Can live upon gold,
For all are born poor.
Aged sixty-three