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Excerpt from The Mother's Gift
AH who is it totters along, And leans on the top of his stick, His wrinkles are many and long, And his beard is grown siiver and thick. NO vigour enlivens bis frame, No'cheerfnlness beams in his eye; His limbs are enfeebled and lame, And bye/seems to be going to die.
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