The Poetry Corner

The Little Beggar-Girl.

By H. P. Nichols

I've just looked from the window To see the snow come down, And make the streets look nice and white, That lately were so brown. I've seen a little beggar-girl Go by in all the cold; She had no shoes nor stockings on, Her dress was torn and old. How thankful I should be to God, Who gives me clothes and food, A nice warm fire, a pleasant home, And parents kind and good! Mamma, I'll always try to help The hungry and the poor; For those who are not warmed and fed, I pity, I am sure.