Ballads for little folk . BALLADS FOR LITTLE FOLK. BY PHCEBE CARY. TO THE CHILDREN. Dear little children, whereer you be,Who are watched and cherished tenderly By father and by mother ;Who are comforted by the love that liesIn the kindly depths of a sisters eyes, Or the helpful words of a brother: I charge you by the years to come, When some shall be far away from your home, And some shall be gone forever ;By all you will have to feel at the last,When you stand alone and think of the past, That you speak unkindly never ! For cruel words, nay, even less,Words spoken only in thoughtlessness,Nor
Ballads for little folk . BALLADS FOR LITTLE FOLK. BY PHCEBE CARY. TO THE CHILDREN. Dear little children, whereer you be,Who are watched and cherished tenderly By father and by mother ;Who are comforted by the love that liesIn the kindly depths of a sisters eyes, Or the helpful words of a brother: I charge you by the years to come, When some shall be far away from your home, And some shall be gone forever ;By all you will have to feel at the last,When you stand alone and think of the past, That you speak unkindly never ! For cruel words, nay, even less,Words spoken only in thoughtlessness,Nor kept against you after ; 102 To the Children. If they made the face of a mother sad,Or a tender sisters heart less glad,Or checked a brothers laughter; Will rise again, and they will be heard,And every thoughtless, foolish word That ever your lips have spoken,After the lapse of years and years,Will wring from you such bitter tears As fall when the heart is broken. May you never, never have to say,When a wave from the past
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