Another shivering night he sat;
A lad came in—"Please, Mister,"—"What?"
"This piece of rope." He said not nay,
But curs'd him as he went his way.
And once again there ventured nigh
A child, who fled with frightened cry,
As at her head a rusty key—
The gift she craved—he flung with glee.
The sands of life were nearly run;