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If no better can be done, Let us do but this,—endeavour That the sun behind the sun Shine upon them while they shiver!

On the dismal London flags, Through the cruel social juggle, Put a thought beneath their rags To ennoble the heart's struggle.

O my sisters, not so much Are we asked for—not a blossom From our children's nosegay, such As we gave it from our bosom,—

Not the milk left in their cup, Not the lamp while they are sleeping, Not the little cloak hung up While the coat's in daily keeping,—