THE LITTLE BEGGARS. Two beggars are at the door, mamma, A beggar-boy and a beggar-girl, And the wind is biting, at every whirl, Oh, hasten and bring them in, mamma, And let them sit by this fire so warm, For they have been out in the cold, cold storm, And their clothes are tattered and thin. And tell them this is their home, mamma, And give them something to eat that's nice, And bid them no more to roam. For is n't it all too bad, mamma, Oh, is n't it all too bad, That they must starve, or beg in the street, It may be God sent them here, mamma, And now looks down from his home in the sky, And will he not angry be, mamma, If we let them go on in the storm so rough, TRYING TO DO RIGHT. O that it were my chief delight Then let me try with all my might, Wherever I am bid to go, I'll cheerfully obey, Nor will I mind it much, although When I am bid, I'll freely bring Whatever I have got, And never touch a pretty thing, When she permits me, I may tell But if she's busy or unwell, I must not make a noise. And when I learn my hymns to say, For God looks down from heaven on high, Our actions to behold, And he is pleased when children try To do as they are told. FAITH IN GOD. I knew a widow very poor, Who four small children had : The oldest was but six years old, A gentle, modest lad. Taylor And very hard this widow toiled To labor, she would leave her home, And glad was she when she could buy And this was all the children had They drank their water, ate their bread, One day when snow was falling fast, I thought that I would go and see Ere long I reached their cheerless home— 'T was searched by every breeze— When, going in, the eldest child I saw upon his knees. I paused to listen to the boy : He never raised his head, But still went on, and said, "Give us 66 I waited till the child was done, And when he rose, I asked him why Why, sir," said he, "this morning, when My mother went away, She wept, because she said she had No bread for us to-day. "She said we children now must starve, And then I told her not to cry, "Our Father,' sir, the prayer begins, "And then you know, sir, that the prayer Asks God for bread each day; So in the corner, sir, I went, And that's what made me pray." I quickly left that wretched room, And very soon was back again With food enough to eat. |