The Beggar Lad dies early
The Beggar Lad dies early
It’s Somewhat in the Cold
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet
And haply, in the World
The Cruel smiling bowing World
That took its Cambric Way
Nor heard the timid cry for “Bread”
“Sweet Lady Charity”
Among Redeemed Children
If Trudging feet may stand
The Barefoot time forgotten so
The Sleet the bitter Wind
The Childish Hands that teased for Pence
Lifted adoring them
To Him whom never Ragged Coat
Did supplicate in vain
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