With crossings And tossings, In heat and in rain, O'er the glittering track he pulls the long train ! 3. With the little box of matches And the thin, thin, tattered mantle 4. And children with grave faces 5. No little arms are round her; Should scatter blessings round, As laden boughs in autumn Fling their ripe fruits to the ground. 6. And the best love man can offer Goes coldly on her way; There's no one looketh out at her, There's no one bids her stay. Boun'ty. She hears a clock strike slowly, Up in a far church tower, 9. And she remembers her of tales 10. Who was poor, and cold, and hungry, And she thought the song had told And all the poor and hungry And forsaken ones are His, "How good of Him to look on me Goodness; generosity; | Clam'or-ous. Noisy; boisterous. |