LINES
ADDRESSED TO A STRANGER WHOM I MET ON THE CABS.
by request.
'Mid careless brows, and thoughtless ones,
And some 't were full of care;
Some dark, as 'neath an Indian clime,
Some lovely, young and fair;
And some 't were full of care;
Some dark, as 'neath an Indian clime,
Some lovely, young and fair;
Some bound unto a happy home,
With wife and children dear;
Others, deep bearing in their hearts,
The record of despair;
With wife and children dear;
Others, deep bearing in their hearts,
The record of despair;
