Our hearts should be filled
With pity for those
Who suffer in winter
For want of warm clothes.
Who suffer with hunger
For want of nice bread,
While we from God’s bounty
Are constantly fed.
Then let us remember
How much they endure,—
Those dear little children
So wretched and poor,
And do what we can
To provide them with food,
For all our spare pennies
Would do them great good.
HOLIDAY GIFT.
MOTHER.
My children, I am glad to see
Your holidays have come;
For much it does delight my heart
To see you all at home.
And that you have behaved so well,
Gives me still greater joy;
For greatly does your happiness
Your mother’s thoughts employ.
The promise that I gave you all
Most strictly I regard,
And dearly do I love to give
My children their reward.
So here is a guinea, Charles, for you,
To buy that pretty sword,
Which, when you asked me for last spring,
I could not then afford.