LESSON XLV.
_Mary Dow._--H.F. GOULD.
1. "Come in, little stranger," I said,
As she tapped at my half-opened door,
While the blanket pinned over her head
Just reached to the basket she bore.
2. A look full of innocence fell
From her modest and pretty blue eye,
As she said, "I have matches to sell,
And hope you are willing to buy.
3. "A penny a bunch is the price;
I think you'll not find it too much;
They're tied up so even and nice,
And ready to light with a touch."
4. I asked, "What's your name, little girl?"
"'Tis Mary," said she,--"Mary Dow,"
And carelessly tossed off a curl,
That played o'er her delicate brow.
5. "My father was lost in the deep,--
The ship never got to the shore;
And mother is sad, and will weep,
When she hears the wind blow and sea roar.
6. "She sits there at home, without food,
Beside our poor sick Willie's bed;
She paid all her money for wood,
And so I sell matches for bread.
7. "For every time that she tries
Some things she'd be paid for to make,
And lays down the baby, it cries,
And that makes my sick brother wake.
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