That the dear little children who make life so glad,
Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing,
Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing,
Too often are met with a frown or a sigh,
Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by.
No room for the children! how often we hear
So thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear,
You cannot come into the parlor to-day,
There is company coming; so run to your play.”
The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad;