Of which I have heard so much!
“Then, since my voice will not join with theirs,
In my heart I try to pray,
And I whisper o’er those little prayers
You taught me how to say!
“Say, mother, why did the preacher place
His dripping hand on the little child?
And did you not mark its rosy face
How angel-like it smiled?
“When I was so very, very small,