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THE UNKISSED CHILDREN.

.This world’s a rare and joyous place For those who deem it so, [With smiles enough for every face This is no tale of woe. [But yet, when all’s been done and said, Some little children creep, 'At cuddling time, unkissed to bed -And sob themselves to sleep. .Their daddy’s off at work, somewhexe Their mammy’s tired and worn, Both burdened down with carking care From the first break of morn. Each love-starved young one on the list Has troubles by the heap, [Yet each must go to bed unkisscd And sob himself to sleep. Oh, world of sunshine mixed with storm. Oh, world of tears and joy. Oh, world of frozen hearts and warm, Oh, world of man and boy ! Eess were your sorrow, less were your dread. If, when night’s shadows creep. Each little lad went kissed to bed And smiled himself to sleep. —Anon.

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THE UNKISSED CHILDREN., Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 19, 24 August 1907

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THE UNKISSED CHILDREN. Southern Cross, Volume 15, Issue 19, 24 August 1907

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