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Run, call them in quickly! their mother, I know

Returned to this village a few days ago.

I sent them, this morning, a cart-load of wood,

And fear that they now may be suffering for food;

We’ll fill up their baskets with bread and with meat,

And give the dear children a plenty to eat.

Their mother is proud, and she cannot endure

The neighbors should know they are now very poor;

But since we’ve “a will,” we must find out “a way,”

To help this poor widow—we must not delay.

Her father’s a drunkard, her husband is dead,

And she is too ill to hold up her head;

The wretched old man now reels thro’ the street,

And never provides them a mouthful to eat.

Ruth ran to the door, and called them both in;

Their feet were most naked, their garments were thin,

Too thin to go out in this cold wintry weather;

Here Ruth and her sister both whispered together.

O, yes, sister Mary, those stockings you’ve knit,

Just the thing, and so warm! I am sure they will fit;

We’ll make up a bundle, and stow it away