Author Arthur Peterson Ye waifs, which up till now have had no home, Some born in youth, in grizzled manhood some, Here enter and, at last, a sheltered nook Find, each of you, within this little book. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments