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Horace Smith

Horace Smith

The Curate to His Slippers

Take, oh take those boots away,
 That so nearly are outworn;
And those shoes remove, I pray—
 Pumps that but induce the corn!
But my slippers bring again,
     Bring again;
Works of love, but worked in vain,
     Worked in vain!

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