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XIII.
COBWEBS.
The spider as an artist
Has never been employed
Though his surpassing merit
Is freely certified
Has never been employed
Though his surpassing merit
Is freely certified
By every broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian land.
Neglected son of genius,
I take thee by the hand.
Throughout a Christian land.
Neglected son of genius,
I take thee by the hand.
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