The Poor Little Toe
I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
I am all tired out with talk
Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be—And then have to walk—walk—walk
My work, said the hand, is the hardest in the land
I am all tired out, said the mouth, with a pout,
I am all tired out with talk
Just wait, said the knee, till you're lame as you can be—And then have to walk—walk—walk
My work, said the hand, is the hardest in the land
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has
In the silence of morning the song of the Bird
EN, poor in all but hope and love,
I clasped thee to my faithful heart;
For wealth and fame I vowed to rove,
That we might meet no more to part
Thou poor heart sacrific'd unto the fairest,
Hast sent the incense of thy sighs to heav'n;
And still against her frowns fresh vows repairest,
And made thy passions with her beauty ev'n
Take heed of this small child of earth;
He is great; he hath in him God most high
Children before their fleshly birth Are lights alive in the blue sky
In our light bitter world of wrong They come;