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64 Foster

I hear the voice of woe! 
I hear a brother's sigh! 
Then let my heart with pity flow, 
With tears of love mine eye. 

I hear the thirsty cry! 
The hungry beg for bread! 
Then let my spring its stream supply, 
My hands its bounty shed.

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