The Beggar Lad'dies Early

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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-