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XXVII.

If no better can be done,

Let us do but this,—endeavour
That the sun behind the sun
Shine upon them while they shiver!

XXVIII.

On the dismal London flags,

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

XXIX.

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,—

XXX.

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,—