The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- by Emily Dickinson
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 --
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