The Beggar Lad Dies Early

poem 717

The Beggar Lad dies early It’s Somewhat in the Cold And Somewhat in the Trudging feet And haply, in the World The Cruel smiling bowing World That took its Cambric Way Nor heard the timid cry for Bread Sweet Lady Charity Among Redeemed Children If Trudging feet may stand The Barefoot time forgotten so The Sleet the bitter Wind The Childish Hands that teased for Pence Lifted adoring them To Him whom never Ragged Coat Did supplicate in vain