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WELLS then thy feeling heart, and streams thine eye O'er the deserted being, poor and old, Whom cold, reluctant, Parish Charity Consigns to mingle with his kindred mold?

Mourn'st thou, that here the time-worn sufferer ends Those evil days still threatening woes to come; Here, where the friendless feel no want of friends, Where even the houseless wanderer finds an home?