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He was only a little fellow

With a very plain little face

And his teacher said,

With a shake of the head:

“Dan never can keep his place.”

He was only a little fellow

With a mouth neither rosy nor sweet

And his father said,

With a shake of the head:

“Dan always is under my feet.”

He was only a little fellow

With eyes neither brilliant nor gay

And his mother said,

With a shake of the head:

“Dan always is in my way.”

He was only a little fellow

With a little turned up nose

And his sister said,

With a shake of the head:

“Dan must keep away from my beaux.”

He was only a little fellow

With tumbled apron and hair

And his brother said,

With a shake of the head:

“Dan is out of place in there.”

He was only a little fellow

But at last there came a day

When every one said,

With a shake of the head:

“Dan never was in the way.”

He was only a little fellow

Yet the neighbors came in to weep

While the baby face,

In a rose-decked place,

Was calm in eternal sleep.

He was only a little fellow

Who left his books and his play;

At the Saviour’s call,

Where there’s room for all,

He will never more be in the way.