Now, children, come and listen all, While I shall tell to you My tale is of a little boy Who lived some time ago, And poverty and sorrow great Though not so old as some of you, Yet, very sad to say, The solemn hand of death had borne One day he saw his mother weep; His tender mother then replied, "And often, when I am alone, Is fill'd with grief, and to my eyes "It grieves me much to tell you so, "And send you unto school likewise, So you must something do; A situation I have got As errand boy for you." "Well, mother dear, don't fret and cry," Replied the little man ; "And I will gladly go and work, And help you all I can." So on the morrow soon he rose, And to his duties sped, Well pleased that he could something do To earn his daily bread. The first day to the post office And wondered, as he dropped them in, He ask'd a kind man standing by, 66 'Suppose,” said he, “ that, far away, Some wish or message unto him “Well, in your letter tell him all "Then write his name, and where he lives, Upon the back, you know, And then to whom it is addressed 'Twill very quickly go." Now all was plain, he nothing said, But in his busy mind He turned the matter o'er, and thought, "I've heard He's good unto the poor ; And ask Him now to send us help, He wrote a letter that same night, Now, shall I tell you how he made "Father is dead, and mother weeps, And she is very sad Because we are so very poor; Lord Jesus, make us glad! "She'd like to send me unto school A little longer yet, But this she cannot do because "Her heart is sad from day to day, Lord Jesus, please to help her soon, This done, he neatly folded up Then with a lighter, hopeful heart, Off to the office ran, And put it in, and then to look For a reply began. But soon the postmaster he came To see to whom they were address'd, But, when he saw this letter small, And while he held it in his hand, And, pondering on it, in there came To him the tale he quiekly told, The little boy's short note, and saw The touching words affected both The minister permission craved That evening, at a meeting large, Thither within his hand he took 66 Oh, if that little boy I knew !" "For him, his mother, sisters too, Two listeners were sitting there, His mother nothing knew, and felt The lady did as she had said, That Jesus had received his note, |