Young Poet -

Round the rascal-beggar's bed,
Who all mortal troubles bore,
Whom the wicked vex no more, —
Let us pray.
Where the hasty prayer was said,
And poor mortals equal are,
Mocking marble mockeries! there
Let us pray.
There — where lowly lie the dead!
Lest we, too, be as the clay,
Unto God, for bread to-day,
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