Papurau Newydd Cymru

Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

8 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

POETRY. .

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POETRY. G3D HKLP THK POOR. God help the poor, who in th'is wintry morn r ah of lUeys djin and courts obscure, (jr»<i help yon poor prtlc. giil, who droops forlorn, And rnf'il1 lie. affe/tion doth ndure. I Oo.l help the outca«t IlImh: !lh trembling stands, 11 wan her lips, and frozen red her hands; Her *» •or\ ey" are modestly down cast, I rill nigiit black her streams on the !1tfnl blast; Her bosom, pMsine fair, is half reveal'd. And, oil go cold, the snow lies there conceal'd Her feot benunib'd. hr shoes all rent and worn— God help thee, outcast lamb, who stands forlorn. God help the poor God help the poor An infant's ffeble n-ail Comes from yon gateway, and behold A female crouching there, so deathly pule Hnddlin? her child to screen it from the cold Her vesture s"*nt. her bonnet crushed and torn J A thin shawl do;h her bftbv dear enfold,— And there she bides the ruthless gale of morn, Which dmiwi to her heart "Vath sent its cold. Which dmiwi to her heart "Vath sent its And now. she. sudden darts a rav^ninK looV, Ao one with nesr hot bread comes p_ss; ihe nook,- 0<1. Ito !emptinj load is onward borne, She -,vempg, God help thee, hapless one forlorn. God help the poor! God help t" poor. Behold yon famish'd lad; Vo shoes, nor hose, his wounded feet protect With li,i!) jait and looks so dreamy sad, He wanders onward, 5:njlPi!1¡r to inspect Kach window stored with articles of food. Be vearns but to enjoy one cheeripj meal Oh to hi. hungry palate. viand rude Would yield a ,-it the, famrsh'n onlv f"1:1 He not* devours a crust of mouldv bread With teeth and hands the precious boon is torn, Unmindful of the storm which round his hej*d Ignpi-ttiotis svreepi. God help the child forloTu God help the poor! God help the poor! A A bow'd and venerable man is he His slouched hat rci h faded crape is hound H is coat is Rre v. and threadbare too I see. 11 The rude winds" seem to mock his hoary hair nill shirtless bosom to the blast is bare. Anon lie turns, and casts a wistful eye And with scant napkin wipes the'hlinding npi-ay And lolks aeain, as if he fain would say Friends he had feasted in his better day,— All! jom 1 are dead, and some have long forborne To know the poor, and he is left forlorn. God hel p t he poor God help the poor, who in lone valleys dwell. Or by far hills, here whin and heather grow Theirs is a story sad indeed to tell,— Yet little cares the world, and less *t would know About the toil and want they undergo. The weary loom must have them up at morn; They work till worn out nature will have sleep They taste, but are not fed. The sno.v drifts deep A round the fireless cot, and blocks the door; The njght storin howls a dirge across the moor; And shall thev perish thus oppress'd and lorn ? Shall toil and famine hopeless still he borne ? No, GO D shall yet arise, and HKTJPTHH POOR!

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