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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), January 1836, Edition 1 of 1, Page 11, Untitled Article

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    • Songs for ike B**i. 11

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      And bruth his little table , child , And fetch the uncut book *; John lovea to read , and when he reacU , How like a king he looks . And fill the music glasses up With water fresh and clear ; To-morrow when he sings and plays , The street will stop to hear .

      And throw the dead flowers from the vase , And rub it till it glows ; For in the leafless garden yet He'll find a winter rose . And lichen from the wood he'll bring , And mosses from the dell ; And from the sheltered stubble field , The scarlet pimpernell .

      No . II . The loving poor ! so envy calls The ever-toiling poor : But oh 1 1 choke—ray heart grows faint When 1 appvouch my door ! Behind it there are living things ,

      Whose silent frontlets say , They'd rather see me out than in , Feet foremost borne away . My heart grows sick , when home I come ; May God the thought forgive ! If 'twere not for my dog and cat , I think I could not live .

      My cat and dog , when I come home , Run out , to welcome me ; She mewing , with her tail on end , While wagging his , cornea he : They listen for my homeward ste ^ s , My smothered sob they bear ,

      When down my heart ginks , deathly down , Recaure my home is near , Mv heart growu faint when home I come , May God the thought forgive ' . If ' twere not for my do > £ and cat , I think I could not live .

      I'd rather be a happy l > irdt Than bcorne . il and loathed a king ; But man should live , while for him lives The meanest loving thing .

      Songs For Ike B**I. 11

      Songs for ike B ** i . 11

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1836, page 11, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2653/page/11/