Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


Come all kind, good people,
   With sympathizing hearts,
Come listen to a few kind words
   A friend to you imparts.
Be kind to an orphan child,
   And always be its friend,
You will be happy in this world,
   And will be to the end.

Be kind to the motherless,
   Little motherless ones,
For God will forever bless
   You in this world to come.
No kind and loving mother
   To soothe their little brow,
Be kind to them always, friends,
   They have no mother now.

Be kind to the fatherless,
   Wherever you may find
One little one that is friendless,
   I pray you all be kind.
For it has no loving father,
   To speak with mild reproof,
Or guide its youthful footsteps
   In honesty and truth.

Be kind to the little orphans,
   They have no parents dear;
Be kind to the little orphans,
   Speak to them words of cheer,
Then they will always love you
   For kind and gentle words,
Then God will ever bless you,
   For He says so in His word.

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

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