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<h2> LITTLE ALL-ALONEY </h2>
<p>Little All-Aloney's feet<br/>
Pitter-patter in the hall,<br/>
And his mother runs to meet<br/>
And to kiss her toddling sweet,<br/>
Ere perchance he fall.<br/>
He is, oh, so weak and small!<br/>
Yet what danger shall he fear<br/>
When his mother hovereth near,<br/>
And he hears her cheering call:<br/>
"All-Aloney"?<br/>
Little All-Aloney's face<br/>
It is all aglow with glee,<br/>
As around that romping-place<br/>
At a terrifying pace<br/>
Lungeth, plungeth he!<br/>
And that hero seems to be<br/>
All unconscious of our cheers—<br/>
Only one dear voice he hears<br/>
Calling reassuringly:<br/>
"All-Aloney!"<br/>
Though his legs bend with their load,<br/>
Though his feet they seem so small<br/>
That you cannot help forebode<br/>
Some disastrous episode<br/>
In that noisy hall,<br/>
Neither threatening bump nor fall<br/>
Little All-Aloney fears,<br/>
But with sweet bravado steers<br/>
Whither comes that cheery call:<br/>
"All-Aloney!"<br/>
Ah, that in the years to come,<br/>
When he shares of Sorrow's store,—<br/>
When his feet are chill and numb,<br/>
When his cross is burdensome,<br/>
And his heart is sore:<br/>
Would that he could hear once more<br/>
The gentle voice he used to hear—<br/>
Divine with mother love and cheer—<br/>
Calling from yonder spirit shore:<br/>
"All, all alone!"<br/></p>
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