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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539619" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Little Popeet - the Lost Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Near by the silent waters of the Mediterranean,<br>And at the door of an old hut stood a coloured man,<br>Whose dress was oriental in style and poor with wear,<br>While adown his furrowed cheeks ran many a tear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the poor coloured man seemed very discontent,<br>And his grief overcame him at this moment;<br>And he wrung his hands in agony wild,<br>And he cried, &quot;Oh! help me, great God, to find my child.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;And Ada, my dear wife, but now she is dead,<br>Which fills my poor heart with sorrow and dread;<br>She was a very loving wife, but of her I'm bereft,<br>And I and my lost child are only left. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, alas! I know not where to find my boy,<br>Who is dear to me and my only joy;<br>But with the help of God I will find him,<br>And this day in search of him I will begin.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Medoo leaves Turkey and goes to France,<br>Expecting to find his boy there perhaps by chance;<br>And while there in Paris he was told<br>His boy by an Arab had been sold </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To a company of French players that performed in the street,<br>Which was sad news to hear about his boy Popeet;<br>And while searching for him and making great moan,<br>He was told he was ill and in Madame Mercy's Home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then away went Medoo with his heart full of joy,<br>To gaze upon the face of his long-lost boy;<br>Who had been treated by the players mercilessly,<br>But was taken to the home of Madame Celeste. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was a member of the players and the leader's wife,<br>And she loved the boy Popeet as dear as her life,<br>Because she had no children of her own;<br>And for the poor ill-treated boy often she did moan. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when Popeet's father visited the Home,<br>He was shown into a room where Popeet lay alone,<br>Pale and emaciated, in his little bed;<br>And when his father saw him he thought he was dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when Popeet saw his father he lept out of bed,<br>And only that his father caught him he'd been killed dead;<br>And his father cried, &quot; Popeet, my own darling boy,<br>Thank God I've found you, and my heart's full of joy.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Madame Mercy's tears fell thick and fast,<br>When she saw that Popeet had found his father at last;<br>Then poor Popeet was taken home without delay,<br>And lived happy with his father for many a day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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And at the door of an old hut stood a coloured man,
Whose dress was oriental in style and poor with wear,
While adown his furrowed cheeks ran many a tear. 

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