The Pauper-Palace, [George Crabbe 1810]
E Your plan I love not - with a Em number you
E Have placed your poor, yr Em pitiable few;
E There, in one house throughout Em their lives to be
The E Pauper-Palace which they hate to Em see.
E That giant building, that Em high-bounding wall,
E Those bare-worn walks, that lofty Em thund'ring hall
E That large loud clock, which tolls Em each dreaded hour,
E Those gates and locks, and all those signs of Em power.
Am It is a prison, with a Em milder name,
Am Which few inhabit without Em dread or shame.
Am … Em
E That Pauper-Palace which they hate Em to see x3 …
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