Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 466
My fire was not for beg-gars built.Go, leave my door, I say ! They meekly dropped theirpretty heads,And sadly turned away. Now, what is this ? the oldwife said, For, everywhere they go,Spring up, around theirbleeding feet,Red roses through the snow. And all the snow before my doorIs crimson, where…
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