To worship aye, and he forgat it naughte.
And the “litel” fellow, with his quick ear, hears at school some day the Alma Redemptoris sung; and he asks what the beautiful song may mean? He says he will learn it before Christmas, that he may say it to his “moder dere.” His fellows help him word by word—line by line—till he gets it on his tongue:
From word to word, acording with the note,
Twiës a day, it passed thro’ his throte.
At last he has it trippingly; so—schoolward and homeward,
as he cam to and fro
Full merrily than would he sing and crie,
O Alma Redemptoris ever mó,
The sweetnesse hath his hertë perced so.