e scorching sun? My little blue kerchief, it covers my head,And nothing, sir, troubles me earning my bread. Please, sir, give me a penny. But. dangers may trap you, alone in the street. Our Father in heaven, oh, sure he will keepA fatherly watch oer a poor little sweep.Please, sir, give me a penny.… … THE gNOW-MAN.SEE the white giant! how he standsWith up-raised cudgel in his hands, And threatens all with blows.He threatens friends and foes alike,But never fear, he cannot strike, Nor even guard his nose. HOME SONGS. 171 Snow-man, I think you are unwise,With kimboed arm and great coal eyes,To try…
Children's poetry
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