Dresses, when they go to school,—
Brightest plaids, it seems, the rule.
When to Sunday School they go
Fresh and white their garments show,
And when off to bed they creep
You will have to take a peep.
See from chin to tip of toe,
Gowned in white, and all in row,
On their knees that they may pray
Properly. And then they lay
Down in quiet, dreamless sleep,
Such as healthy children reap.
Brightest plaids, it seems, the rule.
When to Sunday School they go
Fresh and white their garments show,
And when off to bed they creep
You will have to take a peep.
See from chin to tip of toe,
Gowned in white, and all in row,
On their knees that they may pray
Properly. And then they lay
Down in quiet, dreamless sleep,
Such as healthy children reap.
When you hear their voices clear,
Thanking you,—for, never fear,
Their politeness is not slow;
It is real, for it will flow
Freely to the rich and poor
Or the beggar at the door.
It will make you feel repaid
For what service you've made.
Glad they are to help some way,
Cheerful, tactful, bright and gay,
Making home a pleasant place
With their kisses, songs and face.
Ah, these girls t You little girl!
Your sweet mission in this world
Well you know, and do your part,
Taking all the world unsought.
Knowledge taught by your small heart,
Thanking you,—for, never fear,
Their politeness is not slow;
It is real, for it will flow
Freely to the rich and poor
Or the beggar at the door.
It will make you feel repaid
For what service you've made.
Glad they are to help some way,
Cheerful, tactful, bright and gay,
Making home a pleasant place
With their kisses, songs and face.
Ah, these girls t You little girl!
Your sweet mission in this world
Well you know, and do your part,
Taking all the world unsought.
Knowledge taught by your small heart,
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