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THE LITTLE ONE
The Beggar and his Little One were walking down the road.
Said the Beggar very softly, “Ah, how young to bear a load!
For the dreary days are coming when a sword is in the wind,
And the haystack or the heather-clump must serve as our abode.”
(But God smiled gently to Himself.)
Said the Beggar very softly, “Ah, how young to bear a load!
For the dreary days are coming when a sword is in the wind,
And the haystack or the heather-clump must serve as our abode.”
(But God smiled gently to Himself.)
The Beggar and his Little One were passing through the corn.
Said the Beggar very softly, “What a pity she was born!
For the pinch has come upon us, and her little mouth is sad,
And for her there's hungry midday, hungry evening, hungry morn.”
(But the Wheat smiled gently to itself.)
Said the Beggar very softly, “What a pity she was born!
For the pinch has come upon us, and her little mouth is sad,
And for her there's hungry midday, hungry evening, hungry morn.”
(But the Wheat smiled gently to itself.)
The Beggar and his Little One were creeping through the town.
They gazed in at a window where the loaves were thick and brown.
“Poor darling!” said the Beggar, as he looked with tearful eyes
At the tiny slip of girlhood in the tiny ragged gown.
(But the Loaves laughed gently to themselves.)
They gazed in at a window where the loaves were thick and brown.
“Poor darling!” said the Beggar, as he looked with tearful eyes
At the tiny slip of girlhood in the tiny ragged gown.
(But the Loaves laughed gently to themselves.)
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He scarce had moved ten yards away from where the food was spread,
When the baker pushed into his hands a crusty dome of bread:
“'Tis fresh from out the oven, Friend, to warm the child and you.”
So the Beggar and his Little One went satisfied to bed.
(And God smiled softly to Himself.)
When the baker pushed into his hands a crusty dome of bread:
“'Tis fresh from out the oven, Friend, to warm the child and you.”
So the Beggar and his Little One went satisfied to bed.
(And God smiled softly to Himself.)
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