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  At Pity's call, at Sorrow's sigh, Pour forth her heaven-taught sympathy, Her image in its grace restore, Print on thy brow the smile she wore, Bear, as she bore, a Saviour's name,— —What higher wish can Friendship frame?

 

I saw a little girl With half uncover'd form, And wonder'd why she wander'd thus, Amid the winter storm; They said her mother drank What took her sense away, And so she let her children go    Hungry and cold all day.

I saw them lead a man To prison for his crime, 