Ballads for little folk . ers daughter, With her simple gifts in her hand. The Good Little Sister. 131 And the loving sister ? ah ! you know How blessed tis to give ;And they who think of others most Are the happiest folks that live ! She had done what she could, my children, To brighten that Christmas-day ;And whether her heart or Jennys Was lightest, tis hard to say. And this, if you have but little, Is what I would say to you :Make all you can of that little — Do all the good you can do. And though your gifts may be humble, Let no little child, I pray,Find only an empty stocking On the morn
Ballads for little folk . ers daughter, With her simple gifts in her hand. The Good Little Sister. 131 And the loving sister ? ah ! you know How blessed tis to give ;And they who think of others most Are the happiest folks that live ! She had done what she could, my children, To brighten that Christmas-day ;And whether her heart or Jennys Was lightest, tis hard to say. And this, if you have but little, Is what I would say to you :Make all you can of that little — Do all the good you can do. And though your gifts may be humble, Let no little child, I pray,Find only an empty stocking On the morn of the Christmas-day! Tis years and years since that sister Went to dwell with the just ;And over her body the roses Blossom and turn to dust. And Jennys a happy woman, With wealth enough and to spare ;And every year her lap is filled With presents fine and rare. 132 The Good Little Sister. But whenever she thanks the giversFor favors great and small, She thinks of the good little sisterWho gave her more than they all!.
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