Classic Poem

See that poor, deserted, homeless boy,
All lonely, sad, and weary;
Nothing to cheer his wee heart to joy,
All melancholy dreary.
For his heart is heavy, and he sobs;
Tear-drops trickle from his eye;
As in solitude he sits and throbs,
Gay people pass him by.
The poor wee boy.

No mother has he, so kind and dear,
To wipe his big tears away,
His heavy heart to gladness cheer,
Or soft words of kindness say;
No father a home to provide,
From the Winter's chilly blast;
But anywhere he may abide,--
A deserted, poor outcast.
The poor wee boy.