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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar	A
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FEBRUARY	B
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Want want want want O God forgive the crime	C
If I asleep awake at any time	C
Upon my bended knees my back my feet	D
In church on bed on treasure lighted street	D
Have ever hinted or much less have pleaded	E
That I hadn't ten times over all I needed	E
Lord save my soul I never knew the way	F
That people starve along from day to day	F
May gracious Heaven forgive me o'er and o'er	A
That I have never found these folks before	G
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Of course some news of it has come my way	F
Like a faint echo on a drowsy day	F
At home I gave whene'er by suffering grieved	H
And called it Charity and felt relieved	H
And thought that I was never undertasked	H
If I bestowed when with due deference asked	H
But no one finds the poorest poor I doubt	H
Unless he goes himself and hunts them out	H
And when you get real suffering among	I
Be thankful if your heart strings are not wrung	I
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These thoughts sobbed through me this cold snowy day	H
As carefully I picked a dubious way	H
'Mongst nakedness and want on every side	H
And a rough masculine angel for my guide	H
Who goes about among affliction's heirs	J
And gives his life to piece out some of theirs	J
Up up up up and yet I am afraid	H
Farther from Heaven at every step we made	H
Gaunt hungry creatures stood on every side	H
With cheeks drawn close and sad eyes opened wide	H
Filled to the brim with greedy starving prayers	J
As we went past them up the creaking stairs	J
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And I peeped into rooms 'twas death to see	B
Or rather they peeped darkly out at me	B
Such as I wouldn't have had the cheek to 've shown	K
To any swine I've ever chanced to own	K
'Twas sad to see in this great misery cup	L
How guilt and innocence were all mixed up	L
Here lay a fellow stupid dull and dumb	M
Whose breath was like a broken keg of rum	M
And there a baby looking scared and odd	H
Who had not been a week away from God	H
Here a clean woman toiling for her bread	H
And there a wretch whose dirty heart was dead	H
Here a sound rascal lazy loud and bold	H
And there the helpless weak and sick and old	H
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Want want O Lord forgive me o'er and o'er	A
That I haven't found these suffering folks before	G
We had a decent poor house in our town	N
And I would often drive my spare horse down	N
And take a little stroll among them there	O
And try to cheer their every day despair	O
And with their little wants and worries join	P
And chink round 'mongst them with small bits of coin	P
Done up in good advice somewhat severe	Q
And send them Christmas turkeys every year	Q
Then in my cosy home think with a grin	R
What a fine liberal angel I had been	R
But here O heavens I find them high and low	S
Hundreds of pauper houses in a row	S
And suffering suffering in a shape I vow	T
That makes my poor old tears run even now	T
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For city trouble any one will find	H
Is more ingenious than the country kind	H
And has a thousand cute invented ways	U
To torture men and shorten off their days	U
And while we wonder that God made it so	S
He doesn't seem very anxious we should know	S
But He is willing we should search His plan	V
And pry around and find out all we can	V
And I suspect when pains and troubles fall	W
That every one is useful after all	W
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At any rate the miseries that I see	B
Are useful in their good effects on me	B
And though that isn't a great thing on the whole	X
Though Heaven does put a premium on each soul	X
Yet there are several people I suspect	H
Who need a little of that same effect	H
And if they do not get it old and young	I
'Twill be because I've lost my poor old tongue	I
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One more small portion of God's plan I see	B
Concerning its effect on even me	B
And that's its leading me by methods queer	Q
To be some help to these poor people here	Y
For now I promise from this very night	H
And hereby put it down in black and white	H
That out of every day that's given me yet	H
And out of every dollar I can get	H
And out of every talent small or large	Z
That God sees fit to put into my charge	Z
A part shall be devoted square and sure	A2
To God's own suffering struggling dying poor	B2
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From Arthur Selwyn's Note book	C2
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Poverty why wast thou born	D2
In the world's earliest morn	D2
Why hast thou lived all the years	E2
Sowing thy pains and thy tears	J
Roaming about thou art seen	F2
Crooked decrepit and lean	F2
Travelling all the world through	G2
Suffering's wandering Jew	G2
Thin and unkempt is thy hair	O
Fleshless as parchment thy cheek	H2
Sad and ungainly thine air	O
Hollow the words thou dost speak	H2
Bony and grasping thy hand	H
Dreary thy days in the land	H
Poverty why wast thou born	D2
Under the world's quiet scorn	D2
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Poverty thou hast been seen	F2
Clad in a comelier mien	F2
Oft to the clear seeing eyes	I2
Thou art a saint in disguise	I2
Discipline rich thou hast brought	H
Lessons of labor and thought	H
Oft in thy dreariest night	H
Virtue gleams sturdy and bright	H
Oft from thy scantiest hour	A
Grow the beginnings of power	A
Oft 'mongst thy squalors and needs	J2
Live such magnificent deeds	J2
As the proud angels will crown	N
There in their gold streeted town	N
Oft from thy high garrets throng	K2
Notes of magnificent song	K2
That from sad day unto day	H
Float through the ages away	H
Poverty brave or forlorn	D2
God knoweth why thou wast born	D2
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From Farmer Harrington's Calendar	A
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FEBRUARY	B
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Wind in the South a fresh sweet winter day	H
'Twould have been sad to see it go away	H
If 'twere not that the sunset's signal lights	L2
Glimmered awhile across the Jersey heights	L2
Then lightly dancing o'er the river came	M2
And set some New York windows all aflame	M2
From a clear sunset I can always borrow	S
God's sweet half promise of a fair to morrow	S
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But while I gazed upon that splendid sight	H
My mind would take a heavy care winged flight	H
Up to a small back garret far away	H
Where I had stood at two o'clock to day	H
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Want want want want it hung 'round everywhere	O
It threw its odors on the sickly air	O
The room was somewhat smaller to begin	R
Than I would put a span of horses in	R
The floor was rough and damp as floor could be	B
No picture on the walls but Poverty	B
The bed was ragged scanty hard and drear	O
A rough made empty crib was standing near	O
The window 'd never felt the sun's warm stare	O
Or breathed a breath of good old fashioned air	O
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A little worn out doll some child had had	H
Looking like its surroundings rough and sad	H
And dressed in rags and pinched and famine faced	H
But bearing still some marks of girlish taste	H
A gaunt gray kitten showing every sign	N2
That it was on the last life of its nine	N2
Though trying hard to feel quite sleek and fat	H
And not a very care worn desolate cat	H
A man so grieved my heart can see him now	T
With frightful sorrow printed on his brow	T
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A rough wood coffin stood there near the bed	H
Looking uneasy even for the dead	H
A little pallid face I saw therein	R
A niceish looking child she must have been	R
As sweet as ever need to feed a glance	O2
If she had only had one half a chance	O2
But still she woke a thought I could not smother	O
That child was murdered in some way or other	O
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And my opinion didn't seem much amiss	P2
When the man spoke up something like to this	P2
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All this above the shoulder I could see	B
Of an old preacher who had come with me	B
A man who 'mongst those garrets earns they say	H
A house and lot in heaven every day	H