In a low and ill-thatched hut,
Stretched on a floor of clay,
With scanty clothing round her wrapped,
...
Thou knowest, O God, my griefs,
Thou see’st my bitter tears,
Thou knowest all my sufferings past,
And my foreboding fears.
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A TRUE TALE.
Covered with ashes the little girl lay
In a cellar’s darkest part,
...
Not in a humble manger now,
Not of a lowly virgin born,
Announced to simple shepherd swains,
That watch their flocks in the early morn;
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