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The Little Beggar-Girl.
by H. P. NicholsI've just looked from the window
To see the snow come down,
And make the streets look nice and white,
That lately were so brown.
I've seen a little beggar-girl
Go by in all the cold;
She had no shoes nor stockings on,
Her dress was torn and old.
How thankful I should be to God,
Who gives me clothes and food,
A nice warm fire, a pleasant home,
And parents kind and good!
Mamma, I'll always try to help
The hungry and the poor;
For those who are not warmed and fed,
I pity, I am sure.