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Show A Royal Heart. Ragged, uncomely, and old and gray, A woman walked in a northern town. And through the crowd as she wound her way One saw her loiter and then stoop down. Putting something away in her old torn gown. "You are hiding a jewel!" the watcher said. (Ah! that was her heart had the truth been read!) "What have you stolen!" he asked aKRin. Then the dim. eyes filled with a sudden pain. And under the flickering light of the gas She showed hira her gleaning, "It's broken brok-en glass." She said; "I hae lifted it up frae the street To be oot o the road 0 the bairnlcs' feet!" Under the fluttering rags astir That was a royal heart that beat! Would that the world had more like her Smoothing the road for the bairnies' feet! Will H. Oglivie; in the Spectator. |