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"Oh pity kind gentlefolks sons of humanity
Cold blows the wind and  the nights coming on 
Give me some food for my mother for charity 
Give me some food and I  will be gone"

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"Call me not beggarly barefoot and bold enough, 
Fain would I learn to knit and to sew
I've two little brothers and when they are old enough
They shall work hard for the gifts you bestow"

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Oh give to the poor you will lend to the Lord
For so it is written in his sacred word
Remember the poor, and if you can spare,
Give that of God's blessings you ever may share,

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The weather is cold the ice it has bound,
The Lakes and the rivers, the bays and the sounds,
But never, oh never let cold feelings close
The fountain from which true benevolence flows

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Providence December 4th 1853