THOMAS HOOD

Had she a sister ?

Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one

Yet, than all other?

Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian chanty

Under the sun ! O, it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full,

Home she had none.

Sisterly, brotherly, Fatherly, motherly

Feelings had changed : Love, by harsh evidence, Thrown from its eminence ; Even God's providence

Seeming estranged.

Where the lamps quiver So far in the river,

With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement,

Houseless by night.

The bleak wind of March

Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river :

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