THESE LITTLE ONES.
Written in behalf of the Orphans of St. Mary's Asylum, Galveston, Texas.
Fond mothers, who hold to your bosom to-night, Your bright, dimpled cherubs so tenderly dear;As you smooth the bright curls from the forehead so white, And look in those eyes so bewitchingly clear,
Have you never a thought for the little ones left Alone in a world that is drearily cold?Of motherly tenderness sadly bereft, Like shivering lambs far away from the fold?
Have you never a wish in your innermost heart To gather these little ones close to your breast,From the wealth of your plenty to spare them a part That angels may whisper your name to the blest,
In robes that are costly and daintily rare, You look on your children with motherly pride—
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