POEMS
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Wish and Item
Written to the Editor of the “Item,” Lynn, Mass.
| I hope the heart that's hungry |
| For things above the floor, |
| Will find within its portals |
| An item rich in store; |
| That melancholy mortals |
| Will count their mercies o'er, |
| And learn that Truth and wisdom |
| Have many items more; |
| That when a wrong is done us, |
| It stirs no thought of strife; |
| And Love becomes the substance, |
| As item, of our life; |
| That every ragged urchin, |
| With bare feet soiled or sore, |
| Share God's most tender mercies, — |
| Find items at our door. |
| Then if we've done to others |
| Some good ne'er told before, |
| When angels shall repeat it, |
| 'T will be an item more. |
