The Poor Man

The poor man is old,He is hungry and cold,Let us give him some bread to eat;Let him come to the fire,Let us build it up higher,Let us give the poor man a warm seat.
The poor man is weak;How pale is his cheek!Perhaps he has met with some sorrow;Let us give him a bed,Where his poor weary headMay rest, and feel better to-morrow.

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