Limitations Of Benevolence (Julia Ward Howe Poems)
"The beggar boy is none of mine," The reverend doctor strangely said; "I do not walk the streets to pour Chance benedictions on ...
"The beggar boy is none of mine," The reverend doctor strangely said; "I do not walk the streets to pour Chance benedictions on ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
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