Читать книгу The Nursery, No. 109, January, 1876, Vol. XIX. - Various - Страница 4

Stormy and chilly had been the day;

Drifts of snow on the sidewalk lay:

All who were out in the wintry street

Went shivering on with rapid feet;

And some were poor, and thinly clad,

And wished that a good warm home they had.

But, gloomy without, it was bright within,

In the house where our little Ruth had been:

By the nursery fireside's cheerful blaze

Merry had been her thoughts and plays;

She had dressed her dolls for a fancy ball,

And read her story-books one and all.

But when, at the close of the happy day,

She knelt, her one little prayer to say,

She thought of the hungry, perishing poor,

Of the children who cold and sorrow endure,

And, laying her head on her mother's knee,

Said, "Give them, O Father, all you give me!"