And e'en yet from infant voices
Words of wondrous meaning fall,
And the Christian's heart rejoices,
For he knows his Father's call.
Little Annie sat beside me,
Smiles upon her baby face;
Early sorrow, early suffering,
On her cheek had left their trace.
Little feet, too weak to wander
Where the merry children play;
'Neath the flickering aspen shadows,
By broad Quinte's sunny bay.
Thoughts of pitying love came thronging
As I thought how Jesus came;
How He blessed the little children,
How He healed the sick and lame.
So I asked the little maiden,
"Annie, Jesus cares for you--
If we saw Him now beside us,
Can you think what He would do?"
Strangely solemn, seemed the answer,
(Listen, sisters o'er the sea);
"Jesus, just to you would give me,
And would bid you care for me."
English sisters, rich and gifted!
Ask your hearts, Can this be true?
Christ hath many a homeless orphan,
Is He saying this to you?
"Take this child and nurse it for Me?"
Will you dare to say Him nay?
Dare to let His children perish,
Or in evil paths to stray?
If too stately are your dwellings,
Send them hither, let them come;
In our fair Canadian homesteads,
Gladly we will make them room.
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