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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume 8, Issue 395, 19 July 1866, Page 2

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LITTLE PEOPLE.

Q 3 DP.F.ATIY place would be the earth, r-' Were there no little people in it; The song of life would lose its mirth, TVere there no children to begin it.

No little forms, like buds to grow, And make admiring hearts surrender; No little hands on breast and brow, To keep the thrilling love-chords tender;

No babe within our arras to leap, No little feet toward slumber tending; No little knee in prayer to bend. Our lips the sweet words lending;

TThat would the ladies do for work, ."Were there no pants or jackets tearing ? No tiny dresses to embroider ? No cradle for their watchful caring?

No rosy hoys, at winter morn, TPith satchel to the school-house hasting ? No merry shouts as home they rush ? No precious morsel for their tasting?

Tall, grave growu people at the door. Tall, gravo grown people at the table, The men on business all intent, The dames lugubrious as they’re able.

The sterner souls would get more stem, Unfeeling natures more inhuman; Man would to stoic coldness turn. And woman would be less than woman.

Tor in that clime toward which we reach, Through Time’s mysterious dim unfolding. The little ones, with cherub smile, -Are still our Father’s face beholding.

So said His voice in whom we trust, When in Judaea’s realm a preacher, He made a child confront the proud, And ba in simple guise their teacher.

Life’s song, indeed, would lose its charm. Were there no babies to begin it; A doleful place this world would be, . Were there no little people in it.