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Robert Southey - The Complaints Of The PoorRobert Southey - The Complaints Of The Poor
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And wherefore do the Poor complain?     The rich man asked of me,--   Come walk abroad with me, I said   And I will answer thee.   Twas evening and the frozen streets     Were cheerless to behold,   And we were wrapt and coated well,     And yet we were a-cold.   We met an old bare-headed man,     His locks were few and white,   I ask`d him what he did abroad     In that cold winter`s night:   `Twas bitter keen indeed, he said,     But at home no fire had he,   And therefore, he had come abroad     To ask for charity.   We met a young bare-footed child,     And she begg`d loud and bold,   I ask`d her what she did abroad     When the wind it blew so cold;   She said her father was at home     And he lay sick a-bed,   And therefore was it she was sent     Abroad to beg for bread.   We saw a woman sitting down     Upon a stone to rest,   She had a baby at her back     And another at her breast;   I ask`d her why she loiter`d there     When the wind it was so chill;   She turn`d her head and bade the child     That scream`d behind be still.   She told us that her husband served     A soldier, far away,   And therefore to her parish she     Was begging back her way.   We met a girl; her dress was loose     And sunken was her eye,   Who with the wanton`s hollow voice     Address`d the passers by;   I ask`d her what there was in guilt     That could her heart allure   To shame, disease, and late remorse?     She answer`d, she was poor.   I turn`d me to the rich man then     For silently stood he,   You ask`d me why the Poor complain,     And these have answer`d thee.
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