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'Twas on a sunny summer day	A
I trod a mighty city's street	B
And when I started on my way	A
My heart was full of fancies sweet	B
But soon as nothing could be seen	C
But countenances sharp and keen	C
Nought heard or seen around but told	D
Of something bought or something sold	D
And none that seemed to think or care	E
That any save himself was there	E
	-
Full soon my heart began to sink	F
With a strange shame and inward pain	G
For I was sad within to think	F
Of this absorbing love of gain	G
And various thoughts my bosom tost	D
When suddenly my path there crossed	D
Locked hand in hand with one another	H
A little maiden and her brother	H
A little maiden and she wore	I
Around her waist a pinafore	I
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And hand in hand along the street	D
This pretty pair did softly go	J
And as they went their little feet	D
Moved in short even steps and slow	J
It was a sight to see and bless	K
That little sister's tenderness	L
One hand a tidy basket bore	I
Of flowers and fruit a chosen store	I
Such as kind friends oft send to others	M
And one was fastened in her brother's	M
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It was a voice of meaning sweet	D
And spake amid that scene of strife	N
Of home and homely duties meet	D
And charities of daily life	N
And often should my spirit fail	O
And under cold strange glances quail	O
'Mid busy shops and busier throng	P
That speed upon their ways along	P
The thick and crowded thoroughfare	I
I'll call to mind that little pair	I

Arthur Hugh Clough

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