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« LITTLE  JACK*”

                                   H    E   wore  a pair of  tattered  pants,
                                          A   ragged  roundabout,
                                        Atid  through the  tom  crown  of  his  haf
                                             A   lock  of  hair stuck  out;
                                  He  liad  no  shoes  upon  Isis  feet,
                                     No shirt  upon  his  back;
                                  His  home  was  on  the  friendless street,
                                     His  name  was  11  Little jack,1*

                                  One day  a  toddling  baby-boy
                                     With  head  of  curly hair
                                  Escaped  his  loving  mother’s  eyes,
                                     W ho,  busy  with  her  care,
                                  Forgot  tht:  little  one,  who  crept
                                     Upon the  railroad  near
                                  T o  play with the bright pebbles there*
                                     Without  a thought  of  fear.


                                  But see I  around  a curve there  comes
                                     A  swiftly  flying  train—
                                  It  rattles,  roars!  the  whistle  shrieks
                                     With  all  its  might and  main ;
                                  The  mother  sees  her  child,  but stands
                                     Transfixed with .sudden  fright 1
                                  The  baby clasps  his  little  hands
                                     And  laughs  with  low  delight


                                  Look I  look !  a  tattered  figure  flies
                                     A  down  the  railroad  track !
                                  His  hat  is  gone!  his  feet  are bare !
                                     ’Tis  ragged  " Little  Jack  !”
                                  He  grasps die child  and  from  Lbe  track
                                     The  babe  is  safely  tossed—-
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