A Tale of Society As It Is: From Facts, 1811
She was an aged woman; and the years Which she had numbered on her toilsome way Had bowed her natural powers to decay. She was...
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She was an aged woman; and the years Which she had numbered on her toilsome way Had bowed her natural powers to decay. She was an aged woman; yet the ray Which faintly glimmered through her starting tears, Pressed into light by silent misery, Hath soul's imperishable energy. She was a cripple, and incapable To add one mite to gold-fed luxury: And therefore did her spirit dimly feel That poverty, the crime of tainting stain, Would merge her in its depths, never to rise again.…
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