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For this poor crawling helpless wretch
Some Horseman who was passing by
A penny on the ground had thrown;
But the poor Cripple was alone,
And could not stoop no help was nigh.

Inch-thick the dust lay on the ground,
For it had long been droughty weather :
So with his staff the Cripple wrought
Among the dust till 'he had brought
The halfpennies together.

It chanced that Andrew passed that way
Just at the time; and there he found
The Cripple in the mid-day heat
Standing alone, and at his feet
He saw the penny on the ground.


He stooped and took the penny up:
And when the Cripple nearer drew,
Quoth Andrew, “ Under half-a-crown,
What a man finds is all his own,
And so, my friend, good day to you."

And hence I said, that Andrew's boys Will all be trained to waste and pillage; And wished the press-gang, or the drum With its tantara sound, would come And sweep him from the village !




When Ruth was left half desolate
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted Child, at her own will
Went wandering over dale and hill,
In thoughtless freedom bold.

And she had made a Pipe of straw,
And from that oaten Pipe could draw
All sounds of winds and floods;
Had built a Bower upon


green, As if she from her birth had been

An Infant of the woods,

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