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122 "Whoe bread expands with generous warmth &emsp;"A tranger's woes to feel; "And bleeds in pity o'er the wound &emsp;"He wants the power to heal.

"He preads his kind upporting arms &emsp;"To every child of grief; "His ecret bounty largely flows, &emsp;"And brings unak'd relief.

"To gentle offices of love &emsp;"His feet are never low; "He views thro' mercy's melting eye &emsp;"A brother in a foe.

"Peace from the boom of his, &emsp;"My peace to him I give; "And when he kneels before the throne, &emsp;"His trembling oul hall live.