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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344982" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A True Story</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Ann and her mother were walking one day<br>Through London's wide city so fair,<br>And business obliged them to go by the way<br>That led them through Cavendish Square. <br>And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord,<br>A beautiful chariot there came,<br>To take some most elegant ladies abroad, <br>Who straightway got into the same. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ladies in feathers and jewels were seen,<br>The chariot was painted all o'er, <br>The footmen behind were in silver and green,<br>The horses were prancing before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little Ann by her mother walk'd silent and sad,<br>A tear trickled down from her eye, <br>Till her mother said, "Ann, I should be very glad<br>To know what it is makes you cry. " </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Mamma," said the child, "see that carriage so fair, <br>All cover'd with varnish and gold, <br>Those ladies are riding so charmingly there<br>While we have to walk in the cold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You say GOD is kind to the folks that are good,<br>But surely it cannot be true; <br>Or else I am certain, almost, that He would<br>Give such a fine carriage to you. " </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Look there, little girl," said her mother, "and see<br>What stands at that very coach door;<br>A poor ragged beggar, and listen how she<br>A halfpenny tries to implore. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"All pale is her face, and deep sunk is her eye,<br>And her hands look like skeleton's bones;<br>She has got a few rags, just about her to tie,<br>And her naked feet bleed on the stones. " </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Dear ladies,' she cries, and the tears trickle down, <br>'Relieve a poor beggar, I pray;<br>I've wander'd all hungry about this wide town,<br>And not ate a morsel to-day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My father and mother are long ago dead,<br>My brother sails over the sea, <br>And I've scarcely a rag, or a morsel of bread,<br>As plainly, I'm sure, you may see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A fever I caught, which was terrible bad, <br>But no nurse or physic had I; <br>An old dirty shed was the house that I had,<br>And only on straw could I lie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And now that I'm better, yet feeble and faint, <br>And famish'd, and naked, and cold,<br>I wander about with my grievous complaint, <br>And seldom get aught but a scold. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Some will not attend to my pitiful call,<br>Some think me a vagabond cheat;<br>And scarcely a creature relieves me, of all<br>The thousands that traverse the street. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then ladies, dear ladies, your pity bestow:'<br>Just then a tall footman came round,<br>And asking the ladies which way they would go,<br>The chariot turn'd off with a bound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Ah! see, little girl," then her mother replied,<br>"How foolish those murmurs have been;<br>You have but to look on the contrary side,<br>To learn both your folly and sin. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"This poor little beggar is hungry and cold,<br>No mother awaits her return;<br>And while such an object as this you behold,<br>Your heart should with gratitude burn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Your house and its comforts, your food and your friends,<br>'Tis favour in GOD to confer, <br>Have you any claim to the bounty He sends, <br>Who makes you to differ from her? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"A coach, and a footman, and gaudy attire,<br>Give little true joy to the breast; <br>To be good is the thing you should chiefly desire,<br>And then leave to GOD all the rest. "</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Taylor">Ann Taylor</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344982" data-title="A True Story de Ann Taylor" data-description="Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair, And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square. And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord, A beautiful chariot there came,..."></div> </div> </div>
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