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NEAR AMALFI
Hurry, hurry, little town,
With thy labor up and down.
Clang the forge and roll the wheels,
Spring the shuttle, twirl the reels.
Hunger comes.
With thy labor up and down.
Clang the forge and roll the wheels,
Spring the shuttle, twirl the reels.
Hunger comes.
Every woman with her hand
Shares the labor of the land;
Every child the burthen bears
And the soil of labor wears.
Hunger comes.
Shares the labor of the land;
Every child the burthen bears
And the soil of labor wears.
Hunger comes.
In the shops are wine and oil
For the scanty house of toil;
Give just measure, housewife grave,
Thrifty shouldst thou be and brave.
Hunger comes.
For the scanty house of toil;
Give just measure, housewife grave,
Thrifty shouldst thou be and brave.
Hunger comes.
Only here the blind man lags,
Here the cripple clothed with rags.
Such a motley Lazarus
Shakes his piteous cap at us.
Hunger comes.
Here the cripple clothed with rags.
Such a motley Lazarus
Shakes his piteous cap at us.
Hunger comes.
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Oh! could Jesus pass this way
Ye should have no need to pray.
He would go on foot to see
All your depths of misery.
Succor comes.
Ye should have no need to pray.
He would go on foot to see
All your depths of misery.
Succor comes.
He would smooth the frowzled hair,
He would lay your ulcers bare,
He would heal as only can
Soul of God in heart of man.
Jesu comes.
He would lay your ulcers bare,
He would heal as only can
Soul of God in heart of man.
Jesu comes.
Ah! my Jesus! still thy breath
Thrills the world untouched of death,
Thy dear doctrine sheweth me
Here, God's loved humanity
Whose kingdom comes.
Thrills the world untouched of death,
Thy dear doctrine sheweth me
Here, God's loved humanity
Whose kingdom comes.
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