Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
The Deformed ChildVincent Leigh Hunt (18231852)
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Of mortal sickness and deformity,
Looks patiently from out that languid eye
Matured, and seeming large with pain. The name
Of “happy childhood” mocks his movements tame,
So propped with piteous crutch, or forced to lie
Rather than sit, in his frail chair, and try
To taste the pleasure of the unshared game.
He does; and faintly claps his withered hands
To see how Brother Willie caught the ball;
Kind Brother Willie, strong, yet gentle all:
’T was he that placed him where his chair now stands
In that warm corner, ’gainst the sunny wall.
God, in that brother, gave him more than lands.