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Tixall Poetry.
Their sacks were filled with corn, with generous wine
Their soules refresht, their ebbing store,
Still when they came, supply'd with more,
And doubl'd was their corn:
Joseph himself by giving, greater grew,
And from his loins a double tribe increast the chosen crew.
Their soules refresht, their ebbing store,
Still when they came, supply'd with more,
And doubl'd was their corn:
Joseph himself by giving, greater grew,
And from his loins a double tribe increast the chosen crew.
