188 SONGS FOR THE

 

She thought it was beautiful in the book,

And the lesson home to her heart she took ;
She walked on her way with a trusting grace,
And a dovelike look in her meek young face.
Which said just as plain as words could say,
The Holy Bible I must obey ;

So, mamma, [’ll be kind to my darling brother,
For “little children must love each other.”

I am sorry he’s naughty, and will not play,
But I’ll love him still, for I think the way
To make him gentle and kind to me,

Will be better shown, if I let him see

I strive to do what I think is right:

And thus, when we kneel in prayer to-night.
I will clasp my arms about my brother,

And say, “ Little children, love one another.”

The little girl did as her Bible taught,

And pleasant indeed was the change it wrought ;
For the boy looked up in glad surprise,

To meet the light of her loving eyes:

His heart was full—he could not speak,

But he pressed a kiss on his sister’s cheek,
And God looked down on the happy mother,
Whose “little children loved one another.”