Good Novel
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Even so had they wrought all ways
To earn the pennies, and hoard them, too, -
And with what ultimate end in view? -
They were saving up money enough to be
Able, in time, to buy their own
Five children back.
Ah! the toil gone through!
And the long delays and the heartaches, too,
And self-denials that they had known!
But the pride and glory that was theirs
When they first hitched up their shackly cart
For the long, long journey South. - The start
In the first drear light of the chilly dawn,
With no friends gathered in grieving throng, -
With no farewells and favoring prayers;
But, as they creaked and jolted on,
Their chiming voices broke in song -
"'Hail, all hail! don't you see the stars a-