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1020 Trudging to Eden, looking backward, I met Somebody's little Boy Asked him his name—He lisped me "Trotwood"— Lady, did He belong to thee? Would it comfort—to know I met him— And that He didn't look afraid? I couldn't weep—for so many smiling New Acquaintance—this Baby made— Edited by Peter Carter
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