THE BABY.
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We've the dearest baby sister! And so small and sweet is she, That we love to stand beside her, All her cunning ways to see.
She can talk in baby language, She can laugh, and she can crow; She's the pet and she's the darling, She's the sweetest one we know.
Mother says that she will always Be a sweet and gentle child, If, in all our actions towards her, We are loving, good, and mild.
Let us, then, be kind and pleasant Ever to our little pet; Nor to thank the God who gave her, Morn and night, let us forget. | |
I AM HAPPY WHEN I DO RIGHT.
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How glad it makes me feel at night, When sitting on my mother's knee, To hear her whisper "You've done right, And tried my gentle child to be."
But then I feel ashamed and sad If I've been cross and disobeyed, Or if my selfish way I've had When I with other children played.
So if at night I'd call to mind A day of undisturbed delight, The only way that I can find Is to be loving and do right. | |
THE LITTLE BEGGAR-GIRL.
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I've just looked from the window To see the snow come down, And make the streets look nice and white, That lately were so brown.
I've seen a little beggar-girl Go by in all the cold; She had no shoes nor stockings on, Her dress was torn and old.
How thankful I should be to God, Who gives me clothes and food, A nice warm fire, a pleasant home, And parents kind and good!
Mamma, I'll always try to help The hungry and the poor; For those who are not warmed and fed, I pity, I am sure. | |
