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THE DEFORMED CHILD.
But tired and cross as I may feel, when he comes in at night
And takes me on his knee and chats—then everything is right!
And takes me on his knee and chats—then everything is right!
When once, I know, about some work he went quite far away,
Oh! how I wished him back again, and counted every day;
And when, the first of all, I heard his foot upon the stair.
Just for that once I longed to run and leave my little chair!
Oh! how I wished him back again, and counted every day;
And when, the first of all, I heard his foot upon the stair.
Just for that once I longed to run and leave my little chair!
Then when I look at other girls they never seem to be
So pretty as our Hannah is, or half so neat as she;
But she will soon be leaving us, to settle far away
With one she loves, and who has loved her well this many a day.
So pretty as our Hannah is, or half so neat as she;
But she will soon be leaving us, to settle far away
With one she loves, and who has loved her well this many a day.
I sometimes think because I have few pleasures, and no cares,
Wherewith to please or vex myself, they like to tell me theirs;
For sister talks to me for hours, and tells me much that she
Would never breathe unto a soul unless it were to me.
Wherewith to please or vex myself, they like to tell me theirs;
For sister talks to me for hours, and tells me much that she
Would never breathe unto a soul unless it were to me.
