LITTLENESS.
Wearily from sUir to stair Slowly climb the little feet, Dress awiy and tangled hair, Touting lips as berries Hwoot. " I'ho so tired, d«n't you see 1 De.-s I never'll clet up stairs, Dranpa, won't 'ou tarry me, So as I 'tun say my prayers?" Light the burden that I bore, Nestling softly on my breast! . Arms that hupged me o'er and o'er,' . Tiny form at perfect rest. And the midget softly said, "Ain't 'ou glad Iso small ? 'Ou see, When I have to go to bed, 'Ou tail always oarry me." Glad I clasped the maiden close, Warm the beating of my heart; Love, which every parent knows, Made the happy tear drops &»«rk Ah ! I thought, my weary feet, Toiling painfully life's stair, Often find it passing sweet When I meet my.father there. Weak and sinful, poor and blind, Glad I seek his sheltering arm ; - Joyful welcome there 1 find, Calm fcecurity from harm. Whispering prattle faint and low, In his ever open ear. Words whose meaning I scarce know, Yet He loves to pause and hear; Does it ever o'er him fall That glad thrill of holy glee- Gladness that I am so small He can safely carry me 1

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