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Here Follows Some Verses Upon The Burning Of Our House

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In silent night when rest I took
For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of "Fire!" and "Fire!"
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To strengthen me in my distress
And not to leave me succorless.

Then, coming out, beheld a space
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Kevin Patrick 26 April 2019

She lost everything, but somehow manages to hold onto faith, that is a mighty soul.

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