Aldrich, Thomas Bailey, 1836-1907 · Boston, CT : Hall and Locke · leaf 48
ll our fathers worshipped stocks and stones.Forget not! in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient foldSlain by the bloody Piemontese, that rolledMother with infant down the rocks. Their moansThe vales redoubled to the hills, and they To heaven. Their martyred blood… … ON HIS BLINDNESS.
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