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“IS THY SERVANT A DOG?
So must he be who, in the crowded street,Where shameless Sin and flaunting Pleasure meet,
Amid the noisome footprints finds the sweet
Faint vestige of Thy feet.
| Poems by John B. Tabb | |
Where shameless Sin and flaunting Pleasure meet,
Amid the noisome footprints finds the sweet
Faint vestige of Thy feet.