LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 169

 

Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. ©
Live so, my child, that when death shall come,
Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.

THE ORPHAN.

O, if I were a robin,
I’d soon be on the wing ;
I’d leave my sighs and sobbin’,
And sweetly I would sing.

But now I am so lonely,
I know not where to stay ;

My little sister only

Is with me day by day.