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‘Now, hear me: there be troubles in this world
That no man can escape, and there is one
That lieth hard and heavy on my soul,
Concerning that which is to come:—
That no man can escape, and there is one
That lieth hard and heavy on my soul,
Concerning that which is to come:—
| Poems by Jean Ingelow | |