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 | Poems, chiefly occasional, by the late Mr. Cliffton |  |
Brothers,
The task unnumber'd pains await,
Your toils are many, and your dangers great,
But fear not you, whatever ills betide.
I am your friend, your patron and your guide.
A halter.
The task unnumber'd pains await,
Your toils are many, and your dangers great,
But fear not you, whatever ills betide.
I am your friend, your patron and your guide.
A halter.
| Poems, chiefly occasional, by the late Mr. Cliffton | |