  Written to the Editor of the Item, Lynn, Mass. I hope the heart that's hungry For things above the floor, Will find within its portals [5] An item rich in store; That melancholy mortals Will count their mercies o'er, And learn that Truth and wisdom Have many items more; [10] That when a wrong is done us, It stirs no thought of strife; And Love becomes the substance, As item, of our life; That every ragged urchin, [15] With bare feet soiled or sore, Share God's most tender mercies,— Find items at our door. Then if we've done to others Some good ne'er told before, [20] When angels shall repeat it, 'T will be an item more. |
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