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He stood beside his dying child, / With a dim and bloodshot eye; / They'd won him from the haunts of vice / To see his first-born die.
He came with a slow and staggering tread, / A vague, unmeaning stare, / And, reeling, clasped the clammy hand, / So deathly pale and fair.