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DIVES AND LAZARUS
I wander thro’ the streets, and see
The poor man and the rich;
But I am sure that God alone
Knows rightly which is which.—
—There was an old man once, who bore
A tray of wither’d fruit;
It snow’d; and people hurried by,
Deaf to his quavering suit.
Last, by a lit wide-window’d shop
With doubled prayers he plied
One who, alas! like all the rest
Unheeding, pushed inside,
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