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36 POEMS.
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T 7 PON the gallows hung a wretch, Sr Too sullied for the hell To which the law entitled him.
As nature's curtain fell The one who bore him tottered in,
For this was woman's son. ' 'T was all I had,' she stricken gasped ;
Oh, what a livid boon !
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