While in the hearts of those that heard 

 Pity grew like a lily. 

 

 

 The Tramp. 

 Forth from the ill-lit tavern door 

 Where he had snoozed and boozed before 

 Stumbled his shambling feet. 

 A candle gave a guttering light, 

 And some one growled a hoarse good-night.... 

 The Tramp was in the street. 

 His boots were blistered, burst and patched, 

 He had a mildewed hat, which matched 

 His green, unlovely coat. 

 Once, too, he caught his foot and swore, 

 And, tho' the night was warm, he wore 

 A muffler at his throat. 

 And as he went his two lips moved 

 As if he muttered songs he loved 

 To an old, unquiet tune; 

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