London lyrics by Frederick Locker Lampson: With introduction and notes by Austin Dobson |
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THE WIDOW'S MITE |
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THE WIDOW'S MITE
A Widow—she had only one!
A puny and decrepit Son;
But, day and night,
Though fretful oft, and weak and small,
A loving Child, he was her all—
The Widow's Mite.
A puny and decrepit Son;
But, day and night,
Though fretful oft, and weak and small,
A loving Child, he was her all—
The Widow's Mite.
The Widow's Mite! ay, so sustain'd,
She battled onward, nor complain'd
That friends were fewer:
And while she toil'd for daily fare,
A little crutch upon the stair
Was music to her.
She battled onward, nor complain'd
That friends were fewer:
And while she toil'd for daily fare,
A little crutch upon the stair
Was music to her.
I saw her then,—and now I see
That, though resign'd and cheerful, she
Has sorrow'd much:
She has, He gave it tenderly,
Much faith; and, carefully laid by,
A little Crutch.
That, though resign'd and cheerful, she
Has sorrow'd much:
She has, He gave it tenderly,
Much faith; and, carefully laid by,
A little Crutch.
1856.
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