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YOUNG POET.
Round the rascal-beggar's bed,Who all mortal troubles bore,
Whom the wicked vex no more,—
Let us pray.
Where the hasty prayer was said,
And poor mortals equal are,
Mocking marble mockeries! there
Let us pray.
There—where lowly lie the dead!
Lest we, too, be as the clay,
Unto God, for bread to-day,
Let us pray.
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