For swiftly to the sacristy I needs must haste away.
I am a chorister, you know,” he said with honest pride;
Then added, as he turned to leave his young companion’s side:
“My voice to-night in holy song to faithful souls shall tell
How Jesus Christ, the Son of God, came down on earth to dwell.
Good-night, good-night,” at last he said, and then away he ran.
Poor David’s eyes were filled with tears, his cheeks were pale and wan;
But as he listened to the chimes that quivered on the air,
From out his inmost heart the boy sent up his simple prayer:
“O Mary of the Christians, who wast born of Israel’s race!