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CONDUCTED BY
MARY GILMORE.
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FOR SOME ONE'S SAKE.
I Written on behalf of the Melbourne
| Hospital for, Sick .Children.)
listen, mothers! to the voices of; 'the
children ;
Hearken fathers! to the pathos of their
cry;
Can you bear to hear .their pitiful
appealing, .
Have you heart to pass the little creatures by?
O' if ever childish arms have clung,, about
you,
0! if ever .baby., eyes in .yours have
smiled,
Pause and listen to the story of the help
Pause in pity for the sorrow of a. child!
O' if ever you have seen, with eyes adoring
Your wee dimpled babies tumbling in
the sun; — .
If ever you have watched your lusty laddies
Racing homeward when the tasks of
school are done:— . .
For the sake of' these remember the
afflicted; ... . ......
Let the rosy faces plead now for the
pale!
For we know how soon the little face
can alter,
And how easily the sturdy.; limbs can
fail.
Surely somewhere, in.the world of little
children, —
There's a tiny, face that meets your
loving eye?
There's a childish form you'd shelter from
all sorrow,
Ah! you could, not bear 'that little creatures cry!
For the sake of one be pitiful and tender,
Helping all who pine in anguish and in
woe;
For we never know how sorely they were
stricken,
Nor. how soon our dear .ones may be
crying so!
Listen, happy parents, God has spared in
mercy!
On whose sunny - home no darkening
shadows fall--
Pause a moment, with .your .rosy hand
about you,
Just to hear how sad these childish
voices call!
Picture one of those you guard, with care
unresting,
Pining, hepless, on a dying' cripple's
bed! '
Free the bandaged form of some wee,
wan -eyed baby, .
And then bind them on your darling's
limbs instead!
0! for some one's sake be full of true
compassion,
For themselves the little sufferers may
not plead!
Let the memory of those we lost in sorrow
I Waken pity for the children in their
need,
Little chairs are standing 'empty in the
nursery, — . ;
Childless mothers! I' can hear- your
grief's low moan! .
For the sake of these reach out your hands
in kindness, . . .
' Make the story of these little ones your
own.
Hearken, fathers!; to the voices of the
children;
Listen, mothers! to the pathos .of their
cry,
Be not deaf to childish 'misery and sorrow--
There is anguish that we must not
hurry by:
Stretch your loving, open arms a littlei
wider,
To your heart the world of little children
take,
to remembering those you.love.may yet
be calling
For the aid, you give to-day, for some
one's sake!
'JENNINGS CARMlCHAEL..
Poems, Longmans, Green and Co.,.
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