Such as will surely come again some night.
God knew about the thrall, the small,
Weak hands which yet might fall, the call
Which all too loud might prove to be
For one so young, so little helped as he,
So tempted oft, and yet withal so free to fall.
And so, one cold Thanksgiving Day, so gay
With jingling bells, and sleigh and play,
The father sent a messenger in love,
To take poor Tommy to his home above,