Anonymous.
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The Copper Farthing.
Happy the boy, who dwells remote from School,
Whose pocket, or whose rattling-box, contains
A Copper Farthing! He nor grieving hears
Hot cheese-cakes cried, nor savoury mutton-pies;
But with his play mates, in the dusk of eve.
To well-known blacksmith’s shop, or church-yard hies;
Where, mindful of the sport that joys his heart,