And the lesson home to her heart she took;
She walked on her way with a trusting grace,
And a dovelike look in her meek young face,
Which said, just as plain as words could say,
The holy Bible I must obey;
So, mamma, I’ll be kind to my darling brother,
For “little children must love each other.”
I am sorry he’s naughty, and will not play.
But I’ll love him still, for I think the way
To make him gentle and kind to me,