the poor - letitia elizabeth landon - richard mitchley lyrics
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few, save the poor, feel for the poor:
the rich know not how hard
it is to be of needful food
and needful rest debarred
their paths are paths of plenteousness
they sleep on silk and down;
and never think how heavily
the weary head lies down
they know not of the scanty meal
with small pale faces round;
no fire upon the cold, damp hearth
when snow is on the ground
they never by the window lean
and see the gay pass by;
then take their weary task again
but with a saddеr eye
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