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The COMPLAINTS of the POOR.
And wherefore do the Poor complain?
The rich man asked of me,—
Come walk abroad with me, I said
And I will answer thee.
The rich man asked of me,—
Come walk abroad with me, I said
And I will answer thee.
'Twas evening and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold,
And we were wrapt and coated well,
And yet we were a cold.
Were cheerless to behold,
And we were wrapt and coated well,
And yet we were a cold.
We met an old bare-headed man,
His locks were few and white,
I ask'd him what he did abroad
In that cold winter's night:
His locks were few and white,
I ask'd him what he did abroad
In that cold winter's night:
