Show CHILD alone alon C in the dreary pitiless street with my torn old dressy dress and bare cold feet all day I 1 have wandered to and fro hungry and shivering vering and no where to go the ni nights coming on in darkness and dread and the chill sleet beating upon my bare head I 1 ohl why does the wind blow upon apon me ao wild I 1 Is B it because I 1 am nob odys child just over the aay way theres a flood of light and warmth and beauty and all things brighh beautiful children in robes so fair air are ard sons songs in their rapture there I 1 wonder if 1 they in their blissful dee alee would pity a poor little beggar begea like me Wand wandering eting alone aone in the merciless street naked and shivering and nothing to eat ohl oh what shall I 1 do when the night comes down in its terrible blackness all over the town shall I 1 lay me down F neath the angry sky on the cold hard pavement alone to die when the beau bilu I 1 children their pray have said and their mammas hive have tucked them up snugly imbed in bed for no dear mother on me ever smiled why is it I 1 wonder im nob odys child no lather father no mother no sister not one in all the world loves me een the little dogs run when I 1 wander too near them wonderous to see how everything shrinks irom from a beggar like met mcl perhaps a dream but sometimes when hiie I 1 lie gazing far ar up in the dark blue sky watching for or hours some ome large bright star I 1 fanny fancy the beautiful gates area are ajar lat and a host of white robed I 1 things 4 c cones mes fluttering oer me on gi gilded aided wings A hand band that is strangely soft and fair caresses gently rny my tangled hair and a voice like the carol of some wild bird the sweetest voice that was ever heard beard calls me many a dear pet name 1111 tiu my heair and spirit ate are all aflame they tell me of such unbounded love and bid me come up to their home above and then with such pitiful sad surprise they look at me with their theft sweet tender eyes and it seems to roe me out of the dreary night I 1 am going up lip to that of light and away from the hunger and storm so wild wild aarn I 1 am durei sure I 1 shall then be child PHILA H CHASE |