The Beggar Lad — dies early —
It’s Somewhat in the Cold —
And Somewhat in the Trudging feet —
And haply, in the World —
The Cruel — smiling — bowing World —
That took its Cambric Way —
Nor heard the timid cry for “Bread” —
“Sweet Lady — Charity” —
Among Redeemed Children
If Trudging feet may stand
The Barefoot time forgotten — so —
The Sleet — the bitter Wind —
The Childish Hands that teased for Pence
Lifted adoring — them —
To Him whom never Ragged — Coat
Did supplicate in vain —
This poem talks a lot about poverty. It’s sad, how no one seemed to care about that child.Simply a lost little soul in this big, cruel world.