Cave of Poverty, The - Part 17

Fast in the cold Confinement lodg'd she stands;
Her Crew desponding on each other Stare,
Mourning that Art, nor strong assisting Hands,
Can counsel, or avail, as now they fare;
Their Course retarded and Provision spent
Prescribe Despair, and fatal Thoughts foment:
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