Observe, my child, this pretty scene, <br />And note the air of pleasure keen <br />With which the widow’s orphan boy <br />Toots his tin horn, his only toy. <br />What need of costly gifts has he? <br />The widow has nowhere to flee. <br />And ample noise his horn emits <br />To drive the widow into fits. <br /> <br />MORAL: <br /> <br />The philosophic mind can see <br />The uses of adversity.<br /><br />Ellis Parker Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poor-boy-s-christmas/
