<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367689" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lovely Lady Linnea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A winsome lass I spied one day<br>Who cared not for herself.<br>As she went on her winsome way, <br>She thanked God for her health.<br>From street-to-street and road-to-road, <br>She raised funds for the poor<br>And so her blessings overflowed<br>As she knocked door-to-door.<br>With total love her foremost thought, <br>Her soft voice spoke to me.<br>I told her of the things I'd bought<br>Supporting charity.<br>I passed them to their High Street shops, <br>Where they'd be sold anew<br>And so the blessing never stops, <br>As I bade them, 'Adieu! '<br>To hold things back, while others starve, <br>Is cruelty indeed.<br>The world is one big cake to carve, <br>Yet still some pray in need.<br>She made me think of years ago, <br>When charities helped me, <br>When savings were so hard to grow -<br>Ask any family...<br>When I looked back, my heart gave thanks.<br>I promised that I'd give<br>And as before, from out my banks, <br>My money helped some live. <br>Though I may never know their names, <br>I've helped fulfil God's plan.<br>Like Jesus, Peter, John and James, <br>I've helped my fellow man.<br>The winsome lass continued on...<br>Another street to bless...<br>And in a moment she was gone...<br>With smiles of happiness...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</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=367689" data-title="The Lovely Lady Linnea de Denis Martindale" data-description="A winsome lass I spied one day Who cared not for herself. As she went on her winsome way, She thanked God for her health. From street-to-street and road-to-road, She raised funds for the poor And so her blessings overflowed As she knocked door-t..."></div> </div> </div>

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