Three Wrshes. 73

He loved little children, and spread every day

A table from which none went empty away.

Poor children came in from the alley and street,

With rags on their backs, and no shoes on their feet ;

Girls and boys, large and small, some naughty and
rude,

But John Falk loved them all, and did them all good.

And while they were eating, he often would tell

Of the Lord Jesus Christ, who on earth did once
dwell ;

How He loved little children—each one of them
there

He was watching from heaven with tenderest care—

And how happy and blessed would be the child’s part

Who would let that dear Saviour come dwell in his
heart.

Each day when the children assembled to eat,

He taught them to offer this grace for their meat :

«Bless, Jesus, the food thou hast given us to-day,

And come and sup with us, dear Jesus, we pray.”

But once when the children had finished this prayer,
One poor little fellow stood still by his chair

For a moment, then ran to the closet where stood
‘The bright cups of tin and the platters of wood.

“ Now what is the matter?” said Falk to the child.
The little one looked in his kind face and smiled :

“ We asked the Lord Jesus just now in our grace
To sup with us here ; but we’ve given Him no place.
If He should come in, how sad it would be !

But I'll put Him a stool close here beside me,”