THE LITTLE BEGGAR-GIRL.

I've just looked from the window

To see the snow come down,

And make the streets look nice and white,

That lately were so brown.

I've seen a little beggar-girl

Go by in all the cold;

She had no shoes nor stockings on,

Her dress was torn and old.

How thankful I should be to God,

Who gives me clothes and food,

A nice warm fire, a pleasant home,

And parents kind and good!

Mamma, I'll always try to help

The hungry and the poor;

For those who are not warmed and fed,

I pity, I am sure.