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POEMS. 4 I
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ON the bleakness of my lot Bloom I strove to raise. Late, my acre of a rock Yielded grape and maize.
Soil of flint if steadfast tilled Will reward the hand ;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun Fructified in sand.
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