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In Guildford Street, great London Town,
Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been: / When each child grows up and leaves its walls, / Another new baby that day is seen / In the Foundling cots. Each little babe / Has no baby sister or baby brother, / And never shall know the anxious care / And tender touch of a loving mother. / But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread" / To all of His creatures, caused kindly men / To build this home for famishing babes / From many a poverty-stricken den: / And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught, / And lift their voices in prayer and praise; / And here every Sunday the people flock / To hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
AFTER CHAPEL, / See them all / Assembled in / The DINING HALL.
The bugle sounds / E'er grace is sung, -- / Then fork and spoon / And lip and tongue
Clatter, chatter, -- / Such a noise! / Oh! such happy / Girls and boys.