I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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Can a man of thought and spirit be harnessed thus, and trudge along, like a pack-horse, in a deep, stinking, muddy road, when he may frisk it over the beauteous lawns, or lose himself, agreeably, in the shady, verdant mazes of unrestrained contemplation

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