Cross Roads by Margaret E. (Margaret Elizabeth) Sangster
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page 63 of 143 (44%)
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For he was often hungry -- a thief, reformed, must eat -- And there were folk who shunned him, and turned his plea away; And there were those who scourged him from out the market place -- (They were the ones who told him to earn his bread and meat!) Yet ever he walked onward, and dreamed of some fair day When he would find the Christ-Child with love upon His face! IV. Where work lay for the asking it seemed that men MIGHT work, But prejudice was rampant in every shop and field; And, "What if you ARE trying, MY scythe you may not wield!" Men told the thief, who answered -- "Indeed, I will not shirk!" And carpenters and builders turned from him with a smirk, And farmers hurried by him to house the harvest's yield. And so he took his dagger, all rusted, and his shield, And sought again the highway where thieves and |
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