Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan



BE KIND TO THE LITTLE ONES

      AIR -- "He Folds Them on His Bosom''

Be kind to all little ones,
      All fathers, mothers dear,
Be kind to your little ones,
      Their little hearts to cheer.
For oh! you know not how soon
      Their place will vacant be;
If God should call one to his home,
      Your conscience would be free.

Their little forms are tender,
      They're at your mercy now;
They need your kind attention
      To watch them every hour.
While they are little infants,
      My friends, take time to spare:
Do not forget an instant,
      To give them tender care.

God, he never did intend
      You to misuse your child;
Their little souls to you he sends
      To bless you for awhile.
And if you always will be kind
      To them, sweet little ones,
Oh! what a blessing you will find
      In after years to come.

You never, never will repent,
      Dear friend, for being kind;
Those little ones to you were sent,
      And always bear in mind,
That God may call your little ones
      And leave you here behind;
Oh! what a happy thought will come --
      I always have been kind.



Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore,
ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).

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