THE CRY OF THE LITTLE ONES.

Wanganui Chronicle, Issue 12856, 13 December 1912, Page 8

THE CRY OF THE LITTLE ONES.

Sir Francis Tress Barry made it a habit to send "Truth" every Christmas ft new sixpence for every child in the London workhouses. The identity of death. Theqe Janes to his memory—

v Far /emoyed from sounds of gladness mid the vice and sin and madness i Ut almighty, city's commerce and its There are little children cryino- little iiomeless outcasts 'dying, andtr'^ 10 WOlld iS gay and hri £ht , Bufct^Hefee little eyes" have never' watchI . jec}, th 6 ships upon Ihe river And the btt!«fiißMirir--havS a n€ver heard | the sounds" r~ - , Which sweefceW to x<the hearing— Nature's music soft arid cheerin^— Aerer known the 'joy ih which, the earth abounds! ■ . ■ Little "sisters, little' brotKers, without I ...fathers, -without mothers, ~ Little faces pinched with want, and I deathly pale, . loung in years, but. old in sadness', all ,-. ,ln gloom and none in gladness' liittle hopele-ss mites of sorrow -weak and frail. Unrequired and unrequited, little blossoms sadTy blighted; Which the simshine may perchance revive awhile j But they languish there unsightly, while tiie sun .is shining brightly". And the eyes'are filled with tears which ought to smile. You have children 'whom you treasure and your heart is filled with nleasure - . As you watch them o'uase the sunny hours a way ,* • - And you love_to hear them calling when the evening shades are falling And-you co. to lead tliem homeward from their, play. jBo your thoughts, then, ever wander , ' 71 t» the raightv city yonder. Where-the-little Hearts ■■'are lonely and forlorn; Where the little ones are sighing, and the little eyes are crying, And the little lives had better ne'er been j bm-r. ?

And when night has fallen late)1, and i you thank the great Creator, That he gave your children- happiness and love,. Bo you send a praye.r in pity, for the sad ones in the city, •To the footstool of the mercy-seat above? Then may God your heart awaken, in your cry for the forsaken, To the sorrows that surround these little lives; And remind you in your grieving, they are happy in receiving, But.a double blessing rests on him who gives. ' J.G.