poem

[fernlea]

i am trying to find a poem my grandmother used to recite to us, at least 50 years ago, the first line gos like this.
tis night the cabin door is shut, the room though poor is warm and has a flickering light

[gettinblurry]

Victor Hugo's 'How Good are the Poor"?

http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/11982 /