. St. Nicholas [serial] . nd begged for a nights were walking to the town, they said, fivemiles distant, but had been overtaken by thestorm. The people at the farm-house near byhad refused to take them in; there was noother shelter near. Our mother hesitated a (To be continued-) A PARABLE. I sent a child of mine to-day; I hope you used him well. Now, Lord, no visitor of yours Has waited at my bell. The children of the millionaireRun up and down our street;I glory in their well-combed hair,Their dress and trim complete. But yours would in a chariot come With thoroughbreds so gay, A
. St. Nicholas [serial] . nd begged for a nights were walking to the town, they said, fivemiles distant, but had been overtaken by thestorm. The people at the farm-house near byhad refused to take them in; there was noother shelter near. Our mother hesitated a (To be continued-) A PARABLE. I sent a child of mine to-day; I hope you used him well. Now, Lord, no visitor of yours Has waited at my bell. The children of the millionaireRun up and down our street;I glory in their well-combed hair,Their dress and trim complete. But yours would in a chariot come With thoroughbreds so gay, And little merry maids and men To cheer him on his way. Stood, then, no child before your door? The Lord, persistent, said. Only a ragged beggar-boy, With rough and frowzy head. The dirt was crusted on his skin,His muddy feet were bare;The cook gave victuals from cursed his coming there. What sorrow, silvered with a smile, Glides oer the face divine ?What tenderest whisper thrills rebuke? The beggar-boy was mine !. owA®yj
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