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the contrast.
Oh! little ye think, ye rich and great,
As ye proudly revel in halls of state,
Of the lone and poor, who pine and die
'Neath the chilling blasts of a winter sky!
When a few kind words, and a little part
Of your gold, might save a broken heart.
As ye proudly revel in halls of state,
Of the lone and poor, who pine and die
'Neath the chilling blasts of a winter sky!
When a few kind words, and a little part
Of your gold, might save a broken heart.
