Now it is so very near,
Soon she’ll get to mother dear,
There she comes along at last,
Here’s my finger, hold it fast;
Now one pretty little kiss,
After such a walk as this.
CHARITY.
Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?
Do not send him away—we must pity the poor.
Oh, see how he shivers!—he’s hungry and cold,
For people can’t work when they grow very old.
Go, set near the fire a table and seat;
And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.
I hope my dear children will always be kind,
Whenever they meet with the aged and blind.
