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O, is there not for me some gift in store
Shall heap with yellow gold my empty board!
How would my heart the giver good adore!—
(Rather than mammon may he be the Lord!)—
As never yet a being was adored.
How often, then, for charitable deed,
Should beggars' blessings on my head be poured!
The child of Want should on my bounty feed,
And humble worth no more a generous patron need.
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