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"Pray help me, young master," an old woman cried, / Who many an effort successlessly tried, / Across some rough pavement to go; / "For I'm very lame, and besides, almost blind, / And so, without danger, my way I can't find; / You'll help a poor woman, I know."
"With great pleasure I will," the little boy said, / "Come, lean on my shoulder, and be not afraid, / I'm able to help you, indeed; / And I'm sure I am willing, for I have been taught, / That if, my good dame, I would do as I ought, / I must help all I can, who're in need.