POETRY FOR CHILDREN. THE BEGGAR MAN. AROUND ROUND the fire one wintry night The farmer's rofy children fat; The faggot lent its blazing light, And jokes went round and careless chat. When, hark! a gentle hand they hear The Beggar Man. " Cold blows the blast across the moor, "My eyes are weak and dim with age, "So faint I am-thefe tottering feet "Open your hofpitable door, And fhield me from the biting blast: With hafty step the farmer ran, The |