íTwas on a sunny summer day I trod a mighty cityís street, And when I started on my way My heart was full of fancies sweet; But soon, as nothing could be seen, But countenances sharp and keen, Nought heard or seen around but told Of something bought or something sold, And none that seemed to think or care That any save himself was there, Full soon my heart began to sink With a strange shame and inward pain, For I was sad within to think Of this absorbing love of gain, And various thoughts my bosom tost; When suddenly my path there crossed, Locked hand in hand with one another, A little maiden and her brother A little maiden, and she wore Around her waist a pinafore. And hand in hand along the street This pretty pair did softly go, And as they went, their little feet Moved in short even steps and slow It was a sight to see and bless, That little sisterís tenderness; One hand a tidy basket bore Of flowers and fruit a chosen store, Such as kind friends oft send to others And one was fastened in her brotherís. It was a voice of meaning sweet, And spake amid that scene of strife Of home and homely duties meet, And charities of daily life; And often, should my spirit fail, And under cold strange glances quail, íMid busy shops and busier throng, That speed upon their ways along The thick and crowded thoroughfare, Iíll call to mind that little pair.
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