Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou has done,
Shall die forgotten all; the poor , the pris'ner,
The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow,
Who daily own the bounty of thy hand,
Shall cry to heav'n and pull a blessing on thee.
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