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THE TAX-PAYER.—A FRAGMENT.
I have nought worthy the assessor's eye;
Poor is the homestead with its worn-out lands;
Hard is the labor, pitiless the case,
And for the farm-house—see the way it stands!—
I've built, as I may say, upon the sands!
Poor is the homestead with its worn-out lands;
Hard is the labor, pitiless the case,
And for the farm-house—see the way it stands!—
I've built, as I may say, upon the sands!
Treasure I have, and precious beyond price:
One lovely child that Providence had given
To cheer my days and comfort their decline;
But she, thank God! hath been assessed by Heaven!
I hope, one day, to meet her near the Seven!
One lovely child that Providence had given
To cheer my days and comfort their decline;
But she, thank God! hath been assessed by Heaven!
I hope, one day, to meet her near the Seven!
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