Mine and Thine (1904)/Motherless

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MOTHERLESS

He was so small, so very small, 
 That since she ceased to care,
'T was easy just to pass him by,
 Forgetting he was there;
But though too slight a thing he seemed
 Of interest to be,—
One heart had loved him with a love
 As boundless as the sea.


He was so poor, so very poor,
 That now, since she had died,
He seemed a tiny threadbare coat
 With nothing much inside;
But, ah! a treasure he concealed,
 And asked of none relief:
His shabby little bosom hid
 A mighty, grown-up grief.