Ruth ran to the door, and called them both in;
Their feet were most naked, their garments were thin,
Too thin to go out in this cold wintry weather;
Here Ruth and her sister both whispered together.
O, yes, sister Mary, those stockings you’ve knit,
Just the thing, and so warm! I am sure they will fit;
We’ll make up a bundle, and stow it away
In the baskets they’ve left in the entry to-day.
Little Ella and Harry were grateful indeed,
That God had provided such friends in their need;
Their baskets were filled with biscuit and meat,
And warm shoes and stockings to cover their feet.
The Greenwood’s oft drew from their plentiful store,
And quietly sent to the poor widow’s door
Such things as she needed. Her proud heart was melted;
She welcomed their visits, and soon was contented
To let little Harry and Ella go where
They could hear of the Saviour, and his tender care,
Of dear orphan children—the story, to day,
You may read in a book called “A Will and A Way”[2]
MORNING SONG AND MORNING PRAYER.
MOTHER.
Awake, my daughter, come and see
This Robin red-breast on the tree;
Open your drowsy eyes!
Spring up from bed and see her now,
She’s lighting on the highest bough,
Come quick, before she flies!
LILLIE.
Yes, dear mamma, I see the bird,
And sweeter notes I never heard
Than she is warbling now;
I hope she will not fly away,
But sit and sing the live-long day,
On this, her favorite bough.
MOTHER.