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I had been hungry all the years;My noon had come, to dine;I, trembling, drew the table near,And touched the curious wine.'T was this on tables I had seen,When turning, hungry, lone,I looked in windows, for the wealthI could not hope to own.I did not know the ample bread,'T was so unlike the crumb