“Nan loves ’oo darlin’ soldier; an’ here’s a f’ower for ’oo.”
ONE OF THE LITTLE ONES.
’Twas a crowded street, and a cry of joy
Came from a ragged, barefoot boy—
A cry of eager and glad surprise,
And he opened wide his great black eyes
As he held before him a coin of gold
He had found in a heap of rubbish old