I AM HAPPY WHEN I DO RIGHT.

How glad it makes me feel at night,

When sitting on my mother's knee,

To hear her whisper "You've done right,

And tried my gentle child to be."

But then I feel ashamed and sad

If I've been cross and disobeyed,

Or if my selfish way I've had

When I with other children played.

So if at night I'd call to mind

A day of undisturbed delight,

The only way that I can find

Is to be loving and do right.