 | Later poems by John B. Tabb |  |
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NEIGHBOUR
Full many a heedless fellow-manHad passed him on the way,
But Night, the Good Samaritan,
Beholding where he lay,
Upbore him to the Inn of Sleep,
And there I heard him say,
Whate'er the charges of his keep,
O Landlord, I'll repay.
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