"And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores,
But she said, "Yes, Lord; but even the dogs feed on the crumbs which fall from their masters' table."
He casts forth His ice as fragments; Who can stand before His cold?
and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man's table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores.
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