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Who frequently warn'd him at distance to keep,
While he cried- "take compassion on poor little sweep!
Sweep chimney sweep."

3. In vain he implor'd passing strangers for pity,
This smil'd at his plaint, and that banter'd his ditty:
Humanity's offspring as yet lay asleep,
Nor heard the sad wailings of poor little sweep!
"Sweep, chimney sweep."

4. At the step of a door, half froze, and dejected,
He sat down and griev'd, to be shunn'd and neglected;
When a kind-hearted damsel by chance saw him weep,
And resolv'd to befriend him, the poor little sweep!
"Sweep, chimney sweep."

5. Unmindful of sneer to a neighbour she led him,
Warm'd his limbs by the fire and tenderly fed him:
And, oh, what delight did this fair maiden reap,
When she found a lost brother, in the poor little sweep!
"Sweep, chimney sweep."

6. With rapture she gaz'd on each black sooty feature,
And hugg'd to her bosom the foul smelling creature:
Who, sav'd by a sister, no longer need creep
Through lanes, courts, and alleys a poor little sweep!
"Sweep, chimney sweep."

SUSAN AND JACK.
1. The poor man came home, 'twas a cot on the moor,
And his children to welcome him stood at the door;
Ah, Papa, dear Papa! my sister and I
Ate nothing to day, but I told her by and by,
When the sun was gone down and one hardly could see,
We should fully be feasted with mamma and thee.
As he said it, Jack seiz'd on the father with joy,
Who placed on his knee the affectionate boy;
And two of three kisses with fervour impress'd,
As his child with a heart full of grief he address'd;
Dear Jack, when I went in the morning away,
I thought to bring something at closing of day ;
But I wrought in the snow and the keen biting blast,
And have brought nothing home but a brown crust at last.

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2. Here Jack go divide it with Susan, and share
All your parents, a pitiful portion can spare.
He took it, and offered his father a part.
But when he said, No Jack, it grieved him at heart;
Then he offered the piece to his mother, but she
Said, 'tis hardly enough for dear Susan and thee.
He threw down the crust, put his hand to his eye,
And burst into tears, but could hardly tell why.
And Susan rejoined, 'twould be ten times more sweet,
If her parents would share it and with them would eat.
Then they smiled and they wept and divided their store,
A crust of brown bread was a supper for four.
In the fulness of sorrow they found a relief,
For Susan and Jack were the joy of their grief.

RECOLLECTIONS OF CHILDHOOD
1. How often I think on the scenes of my childhood,
The meadows and fields where the wild flowers grew;
The orchards, the pond, the glade, and the wildwood,
And the social delights that my infancy knew.

2. The dew-spangled lawn, and the green grassy meadow,
The copse where the birds warbled sweetly their lay;
Where oft in the wide-spreading trees' ample shadow,
We felt the sea breeze in the heat of the day.

3. I remember the road, with its winding and turning,
The green living hedgerow that skirted the way;
The field it enclos'd where the brick-kiln was burning;
And the pits where they dug up the smooth yellow clay.

4. And I have not forgot when a storm was a coming,
The hoarse rumbling noise of the waves of the sea;
The old hollow log where the partridge was drumming.
And the woodpecker pecking the hollow oak tree.

5. I remember the old fashion'd mansion we liv'd in,
With the bay and the beach, and the ocean in view:
The swamp and the brake where the singing birds built in,
And the tree by the lane where the thorn apples grew.

6. In that old fashion'd house, in this lov'd situation,
With small panes of glass, and the clean oaken floors;
Content was our lot, and no fear of invasion,
Not a bar, nor a lock, nor a bolt to the doors.

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