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A Truth 113 [five flourishes]

What eye but drops the pitying Tear When poor abandoned Royal [Lear?] Exclaims in accents wild-- "Unlookid for, melancholy truth! "O! how much sharper than a serpents tooth, "it is to love a thankless Child! Thus spoke the King, his beams of glory shorn, An helpless outcast, destitute, forlorn; Deserted in his utmost need By those his former bounty fed. The striking portrait