the cripple.
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The Cripple.
AN APPEAL.
Stay! for one moment stay!
Ye who are sound of limb,
Whom God has blest with health,
And hear my plea for him.
Ye who are sound of limb,
Whom God has blest with health,
And hear my plea for him.
Compare your happy lot
With his poor crippled state;
Thank Providence that you
Are spared so sad a fate.
With his poor crippled state;
Thank Providence that you
Are spared so sad a fate.
How sharp the contrast 'twixt
His helpless lot and ours;
What weariness is his,
What pleasure mine and yours.
His helpless lot and ours;
What weariness is his,
What pleasure mine and yours.
Ye, who delight to"trip
The light fantastic toe,"
Or, on the whirling wheel
For healthful spin to go,
The light fantastic toe,"
Or, on the whirling wheel
For healthful spin to go,
Think what a life he has,
How sad, how melancholy,
As he propels his way
Cramped on his little trolley.
How sad, how melancholy,
As he propels his way
Cramped on his little trolley.
