JAMIE DOON.
E is lying on his pillows
All day, sweet Jamie Doon
His little back is crooked,
Yet he sings a merry tune.
For light of heart is Jamie,
Poor cripple though he be;
He is cheerful as the sunshine,
Or the birdies on the tree.
What makes you so contented,
My little Jamie boy?"
Asks a thoughtful lady, kindly,
When she carries him a toy.
I have so many blessings,"
Said gentle Jamie Doon,
I watch the flowers, and birdies
Oft sing for me a tune.
Then the children come to see me,
And every one is kind;
It might be worse you see, Miss,
If I were deaf and blind."
Ah, gentle little Jamie!
Count blessings day by day;
It might be worse, indeed, lad,
So smile and sing away.
[Original]
Jamie had once been a very active boy and a good scholar, but his back was injured by a blow given him by a thoughtless playmate, and ever since he has been a great sufferer. It is a dreadful thing to injure any one for life, and boys cannot be too careful when playing with each other. I am sorry to say that the little boy who hurt Jamie does not seem to care for the terrible ruin he has wrought; perhaps he has not been taught at home to think kindly and tenderly of others.