XXVII ABJECT, stooping, old, and wan,See yon wretched beggar man ;Once a fathers hopeful heir,Once a mothers tender care.When too young to understand,He but scorchd his little handBy the candles flaming lightAttracted, dancing, spiral, bright;Clasping fond her darling round,A thousand kisses heald…
Children's poetry, English
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