| On Fals Freyndschip |
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| Unshrinking from the storm |
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| Way Up On Clinch Mountain |
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| A Book of Rememberance Is Kept |
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| To Mrs. S. F. on her Poems |
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| Fredome in Prisoun |
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| Nature and Fruits of Charity |
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| To Mrs. S. F. on her Poems |
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| Pleading That God Would Help, As of Old |
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| Jesus, my Lord! how rich thy grace! |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem