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POETRY

FOR

CHILDREN.

THE BEGGAR MAN.

AROUND the sire one wintry night
The farmer's rosy children sat;
The faggot lent its blazing light,
And jokes went round and careless chat.

When, hark! a gentle hand they hear
Low tapping at the bolted door,
And thus, to gain their willing ear,
A feeble voice was heard t' implore, .;,

B "Cold The Beggar Man.

"Cold blows the blast across the moor,
The fleet drives hissing in the wind;
Yon toilsome mountain lies before,
A dreary treeless waste behind.

"My eyes are weak and dim with age,
No road, no path, can I descry,
And these poor rags ill stand the rage
Of such a keen inclement sky.

"So faint I am—-these tottering seet
No more my palsied frame can bear;
My freezing heart forgets to beat,
And drifting snows my tomb prepare.

'• Open your hospitable door,
And shield me from the biting blast:
Cold, cold it blows across the moor,
The weary moor that I havepase'd!"

\Vith hasty step the farmer ran,
And close beside the sire they place
The poor hays-frozen beggar man
With shaking limbs and blue-pale face.

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