THE CHILDREN’S HOME
[By “A Motherless Bairn.'] There’s someone keeps your own dear home so gay, and sweet, With, lovely laughter light, and dancing feet. Oh, when you kiss your little mite, And hear his childish prayer at night, Just think of these poor waifs without a home. No father with protecting arm. No mother’s voice to soothe and charm, They’re no-one’s daughters, no-one’s sons; Oh, won’t you help these little ones, Just help to keep the little Children’s Home? Oh, won’t you help to keep the little Children’s Home? Although it’s just as simple as can be, Some little gift we now implore, ft’s hard to beg from door to door; Oh, won’t you help to keep the Children’s Home?
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Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 79, 15 March 1934, Page 10
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121THE CHILDREN’S HOME Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume XXIV, Issue 79, 15 March 1934, Page 10
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