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Abject, stooping, old, and wan, / See yon wretched beggar man; / Once a father's hopeful heir, / Once a mother's tender care.
When too young to understand, / He but scorch'd his little hand / By the candle's flaming light / Attracted, dancing, spiral, bright; / Clasping fond her darling round, / A thousand kisses heal'd the wound: / Now, abject, stooping, old, and wan, / No mother tends the beggar man.