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LITTLE ONES AT HOME 91

 

And as, when the sun is up,
You expand your little cup ;
So thy beams may I possess,

Christ the Sun of righteousness.
Child’s Book of Poetry.

 

 

THE BEGGAR-BOY.

A poor boy went by with his raiment all torn ;
He looked, too, so dirty and very forlorn :

His coat was in tatters, no shoes on his feet ;
And they ached with the cold on the stones of
the street.

Poor boy! no kind father or mother has he ;
Nor has he a nice house at home as have we:

 

 

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