POETRY FOR CHILDREN. THE BEGGAR MAN. AROUND the fire, one wintry night, The faggot lent its blazing light; When, hark! a gentle hand they hear And thus, to gain their willing ear, B 2 The Beggar Man. "Cold blows the blast across the moor; "My eyes are weak and dim with age; "So faint I am-these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear; My freezing heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare. "Open your hospitable door, And shield me from the biting blast: Cold, cold it blows across the moor, The weary moor that I have pass'd !” With hasty step the farmer ran, And close beside the fire they place The poor half-frozen beggar man, With shaking limbs and blue-pale face. The Cuckoo. e children flocking came, hafed his frozen hands in theirs; afortable mess prepares. ndness cheer'd his drooping soul; ldren, too, began to sigh, Д all their merry chat was o'er ; And yet they felt, they knew not why, More glad than they had done before 3 QRIGINAL. THE CUCKOO. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the wood, Now heaven repairs thy vernal seat, |