The writings of Robert C. Sands in prose and verse with a memoir of the author |
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 | The writings of Robert C. Sands |  |
Fall'n from his high estate,
Daniel went at no small rate;
Nor can he tell, so queer he feels,
Which is his head, and which his heels.
Daniel went at no small rate;
Nor can he tell, so queer he feels,
Which is his head, and which his heels.
| The writings of Robert C. Sands | |