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Ballads for little folk . our feet is strewing,My father had not been bowed so low,Nor my mother left us long ago,But for deeds of my misdoing ! May you never stand alone to weepWhere a little sister lies asleep, With the flowery turf upon her,And know you would have gone down to the deadTo save one curl of her shining head From sorrow or dishonor: Yet have to think, with bitter tears,Of some little sin of your childish years, Till your soul is anguish-riven \And cry, when there comes no word or smile,I sinned, but I loved you all the while, And I wait to be forgiven ! To the Children. 103 May
Ballads for little folk . our feet is strewing,My father had not been bowed so low,Nor my mother left us long ago,But for deeds of my misdoing ! May you never stand alone to weepWhere a little sister lies asleep, With the flowery turf upon her,And know you would have gone down to the deadTo save one curl of her shining head From sorrow or dishonor: Yet have to think, with bitter tears,Of some little sin of your childish years, Till your soul is anguish-riven \And cry, when there comes no word or smile,I sinned, but I loved you all the while, And I wait to be forgiven ! To the Children. 103 May you never say of a brother dear, Did I do enough to aid and cheer,Did I try to help and guide him ?Now the snares of the world about him lie,And if unhonored he live and die, I shall wish I were dead beside him ! Dear little innocent, precious ones,Be loving, dutiful daughters and sons, To father and to mother;And, to save yourselves from the bitter painThat comes when regret and remorse are vain, Be good to one another!.
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Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1870, booksubjectchildre, bookyear1874