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AIR XXIV.

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Tune, “My Father and Mother sent me far.”

Jack
For lo! her wealth all spent on want,
Where Charity's reclin'd!
The moving tale of wretchedness
Still rolling in her mind.
Her sighs and tears are still a fund
Of bounty to distress;
And she delights to share the woe
She can no more redress.