The Cities Corporations poore
Their Founders bless, their help implore.
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THE glorious Founder of the world
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Was first in our foundation,
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The Parliament was next to him
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In our origination:
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Englands chief City next to these
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Appears in our Creation,
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What Hospitals Such Founders have
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As our Poors Corporation?
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Their Founders death, gave Life & Breath
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To Hospitalls Foundation,
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Our Founders Life, is Life to us
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And to our future Station.
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A happy death we pray for such
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Whose death breaths Life to others,
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Long be our Founders life, whose Life
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Inspires exspiring Brothers.
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Our first admission was not gott
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By friends, or Rich Allyes,
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By great mens lines, by promise made
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Of gratefull Curtesyes:
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Deep poverty did plead our Cause,
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The ghost we were up giving,
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With naked backs, and hungry Jawes
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And worms did eat us Living.
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Friendless and harborless were we
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Expos'd to winde and weather,
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And starving under stalls we lay
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Wandring we knew not whither.
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In filthy rags, we clothed were,
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Begging about the City,
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That was our case, then was the time
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Of our Blest Founders pity.
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For ever blessed be our God,
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Blest be the Parliament,
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Blest be our Corporation,
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Blest, our Lord President,
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Blest be our Friend his Deputy,
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Our Treasurer; and All,
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Whose tender hearts, whose hands, whose purse
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Have quit us thus from Thrall.
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Lord Mayor,
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for the time
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being, Presi-
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dent.
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John Cutler
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Esq. Deputy
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President.
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Mr Maurice
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Gething Tre-
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surer.
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Our backs, and bellies blesse you all
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And your Posterity;
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We begg, this work begun by you
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May have prosperity.
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Help, help, blest Founders, build upon
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This newly laid Foundation,
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The Generations yet to come
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Shall bless your Corporation.
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