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Tuapeka Times, Volume VI, Issue 279, 5 June 1873, Page 7

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OUT UST THE COLD.

With blue, cold hands, and stockingless feet, Wandered a child iv the cheerless street ; Children were many, who, housed and fed, Lovingly nestled, dreaming in bedCarolled their f joy in a land of bliss, Without a care or thought of this ; They were warm in humanity's fold. But tEis little child was out in the xjold — Out in the cold. Bleak blew the wind through the cheerless sleet, Dashing along the merciless street, All furred and shawlM, man, woman and child Hurried along, for the storm grew wild j They could not bear the icicle's blast — Winter so rude on their pathway was cast, Alas ! no one pitied — no one consoled The little wanderer out in the cold — Out in the cold. She had no father, she had no mother, Sisters none, and never a brother ; They had passed on to the star-world aboveShe remained here, with nothing to love, " Nothing to love !" — O ! men did not know What wealth of joy that child could bestow, So they went by and worshipped their gold, Leaving the little one out in the cold — Out in the cold. Wandered she on till (he shades of night Veiled the shivering form from sight ; Then with cold hands over her breast, She prayed to her father in Heaven for rest, When hours had fled, 'neath the world's dark frown, Hungry and chilled, she laid herself down j Lay down to rest while the wealthy rolled In carriages past her out in the cold — Out in the cold. Out in the cold — lo ! an angel form Brought her rich robes that were rich and warm. Out in the cold on the sleeping child The sainted face of a mo) her smiled ; A sister pressed on her brow a kissLed her mid scenes of heavenly bliss ; And angela gathered into their fold That night the little one out of the cold — Out of the cold.