« VorigeDoorgaan »
“Jesus called a little child unto Him, and set him in the midst of them."
“O dearest, dearest Boy! my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
C. A. ALVORD, PRINTER,
T. B. SMITH, STEREOTYPER,
216 William Street.
ACCORDING to the first idea of this little work, it would have proved a sort of Christian Year for Teachers and Nurses, and others who are much employed about Children. By degrees it has taken a different shape: but it was thought advisable in the Table of Contents, to mention in many instances, with the subject of the Poem, the Day to which it was meant to be adapted.
ALL FRIENDLY READERS.
their knees To linger when their prayers are said, And lengthen out their Litanies,
In duteous care for quick and dead. Thou, of all Love the Source and Guide!
O may some hovering thought of theirs, Where I am kneeling, gently glide,
And higher waft these earth-bound prayers.
There are, who gazing on the stars
Love-tokens read from worlds of light, Not as dim-seen through prison-bars,
But as with Angels' welcome bright.