Then, ere we go to bed at night,
We kneel together while he prays
That God would fill our hearts with love,
And help us serve him all our days.
But see! while I stand talking here,
The cars are in—papa has come!
Now you may go and dance at balls,
But I’ll enjoy myself at home.
WILLIE’S FEARS.
PART I.
Willie was nicely tucked in bed
One cold December night,
When he began to scream “Mamma,
Come quick, and bring a light!
“Oh, I’m so frightened, dear mamma;
What is that noise? Do hark!
Please do not take the candle off
And leave me in the dark.”
“I hear no noise,” his mother said;
“What makes my boy so silly?
And what good can the candle do,
My darling little Willie?
“Who did you ask to care for you,
When you knelt down to pray,
Before I put you into bed,
And took the light away?