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Albert Nicol

Learn to Sweep.

NCE, in a city's crowded street, With broom in hand, an urchin stood; No boots inciosed the little feet, Though winter chilled the infant blood.

And yet he worked, the little man, As only youthful heroes can, And as he toiled he cheerful sang: "The noblest oak was once a seed, The choicest flower was but a weed, Unpinioned once the eaglet's wing, The river but a trickling spring, The swiftest foot must learn to creep, The proudest man must learn to sweep Anon some passing idlers sougut The sweeper from his toil to shame. 31