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40 But if you would extend your friendly hand, The buds might blosom and the flow'rs expand; Rich fruit, in time, each goodly branch might bear, And Children, yet unborn, the blesings share.

O! stretch your friendly arms each plant to save, And snatch the genial blosoms from the grave; O! prop each feeble stem,'before it falls, O! succour the distres'd, 'tis duty calls; Humanity's sweet voice calls, those who can Support, protect, and cherish fellow man; Remove the sappling plants to richer soil, They'll grow, they'll flourish, and reward your toil. Relieve the Poor, whose hearts with anguish bleed, , and your, will approve the deed!