OUT IN THE WORLD.
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My little Maggie, whose sweet eyes Looked into mine for two brief years,Died, and my very heart turned cold, And froze the fountain of my tears.I could not weep, tho' others knelt Beside my child in sobbing woe;The deepest grief I ever felt Was when my tears refused to flow.
My little ones have passed away— My home, and fortune, too, have gone,And on this cheerless wintry day I wander in the world alone.Out in the pitiless falling rain— Out in the chill November weather—We wander forth to earn our bread, My only child and I together.
