Cave of Poverty, The - Part 21
What can my Blood, the Shadow seems to say,
To your Relief contribute, when 'tis spilt?
Will staving off grim Death a little Day,
Before just Heav'n, compensate for your Guilt?
O think, as Hunger will again invade you,
Your Turns will come, and let that Thought disswade you.
To your Relief contribute, when 'tis spilt?
Will staving off grim Death a little Day,
Before just Heav'n, compensate for your Guilt?
O think, as Hunger will again invade you,
Your Turns will come, and let that Thought disswade you.
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