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The Pulsifer children, I see, said her mother,
'Tis dear little Ella, and Harry, her brother
Run, call them in quickly! their mother, I know
Returned to this village a few days ago.

I sent them, this morning, a cart-load of wood,
And fear that they now may be suffering for food;
We'll fill up their baskets with bread and with meat,
And give the dear children a plenty to eat.

Their mother is proud, and she cannot endure
The neighbors should know they are now very poor;
But since we've "a will," we must find out "a way,"
To help this poor widow—we must not delay.

Her father's a drunkard, her husband is dead,
And she is too ill to hold up her head;
The wretched old man now reels thro' the street,
And never provides them a mouthful to ea

Ruth ran to the door, and called them both in;
Their feet were most naked, their garments were thin,