Oct. 29th, 2007
Книжка детских стихов: Songs For the Little Ones At Home
The Beggar-Girl
There's a poor beggar going by,
I see her looking in;
She's just about as big as I,
Only so very thin.
She has no shoes upon her feet,
She is so very poor;
And hardly anything to eat:
I pity her I'm sure.
But I have got nice clothes, you know,
And meat, and bread, and fire;
And dear mamma, that loves me so,
And all that I desire.
If I were forced to stroll so far,
Oh dear, what should I do?
I wish she had a kind mamma,
Just such a one as you.
Here, little girl, come back again,
And hold that ragged hat,
And I will put a penny in:
There, buy some bread with that.
The Beggar-Girl
There's a poor beggar going by,
I see her looking in;
She's just about as big as I,
Only so very thin.
She has no shoes upon her feet,
She is so very poor;
And hardly anything to eat:
I pity her I'm sure.
But I have got nice clothes, you know,
And meat, and bread, and fire;
And dear mamma, that loves me so,
And all that I desire.
If I were forced to stroll so far,
Oh dear, what should I do?
I wish she had a kind mamma,
Just such a one as you.
Here, little girl, come back again,
And hold that ragged hat,
And I will put a penny in:
There, buy some bread with that.
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Oct. 29th, 2007 09:40 pmTHE HEATHEN MOTHER.

See that heathen mother stand
Where the sacred current flows;
With her own maternal hand
Mid the waves her babe she throws.
Hark! I hear the piteous scream;
Frightful monsters seize their prey,
Or the dark and bloody stream
Bears the struggling child away.
Fainter now, and fainter still,
Breaks the cry upon the ear;
But the mother's heart is steel,
She unmoved that cry can hear.
Send, O send the Bible there,
Let its precepts reach the heart;
She may then her children spare -
Act the mother's tender part.
(Hastings' "Nursery Songs")
A PENNY
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See that heathen mother stand
Where the sacred current flows;
With her own maternal hand
Mid the waves her babe she throws.
Hark! I hear the piteous scream;
Frightful monsters seize their prey,
Or the dark and bloody stream
Bears the struggling child away.
Fainter now, and fainter still,
Breaks the cry upon the ear;
But the mother's heart is steel,
She unmoved that cry can hear.
Send, O send the Bible there,
Let its precepts reach the heart;
She may then her children spare -
Act the mother's tender part.
(Hastings' "Nursery Songs")
A PENNY
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