Then she sang a “Song of Jesus,” kissed his cheek and went away.
Tommy lay within the cellar which had grown so dark and cold,
Thinking all about the children in the streets of shining gold;
And he heeded not the darkness of that damp and chilly room,
For the joy in Tommy’s bosom could disperse the deepest gloom.
“Oh! if I could only see it,” thought the cripple, as he lay.
“Jessie said that Jesus listens and I think I’ll try and pray;”
So he put his hands together, and he closed his little eyes,
And in accents weak, yet earnest, sent this message to the skies:
“Gentle Jesus, please forgive me, as I didn’t know afore,