NO ROOM FOR THE CHILDREN.
No room for the children! alas! it is sadThat the dear little children who make life so glad,Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing,Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing,Too often are met with a frown or a sigh,Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by.No room for the children! how often we hearSo thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear,You cannot come into the parlor to-day,There is company coming; so run to your play.”The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad;And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be gladWhen I am grown big like mamma, and can stayWith her and papa in the parlor all day.I wonder if mamma was ever, like me,Too little to stay in the parlor and seeThe beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine,Who came with her mamma and papa to dine.Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow,And then with papa and mamma, I could goTo ride in the carriage, and not hear them say,‘There, run away darling, run off to your play.’”“No room for the children!” there may come a day,When the children no longer will be in the way;When the angels shall come from the mansions above,And bear them away to the bright realms of love.Ah! parents; there may come a day when your childMay be by the tempter ensnared and beguiled;When the words you now utter, “there, there, run away,”Shall be changed to the pleading ones, “stay at home, stay.”
No room for the children! alas! it is sadThat the dear little children who make life so glad,Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing,Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing,Too often are met with a frown or a sigh,Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by.No room for the children! how often we hearSo thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear,You cannot come into the parlor to-day,There is company coming; so run to your play.”The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad;And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be gladWhen I am grown big like mamma, and can stayWith her and papa in the parlor all day.I wonder if mamma was ever, like me,Too little to stay in the parlor and seeThe beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine,Who came with her mamma and papa to dine.Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow,And then with papa and mamma, I could goTo ride in the carriage, and not hear them say,‘There, run away darling, run off to your play.’”“No room for the children!” there may come a day,When the children no longer will be in the way;When the angels shall come from the mansions above,And bear them away to the bright realms of love.Ah! parents; there may come a day when your childMay be by the tempter ensnared and beguiled;When the words you now utter, “there, there, run away,”Shall be changed to the pleading ones, “stay at home, stay.”
No room for the children! alas! it is sadThat the dear little children who make life so glad,Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing,Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing,Too often are met with a frown or a sigh,Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by.
No room for the children! alas! it is sad
That the dear little children who make life so glad,
Whose innocent mirth and tender caressing,
Should be to their parents a joy and a blessing,
Too often are met with a frown or a sigh,
Their rights all ignored or unheeded passed by.
No room for the children! how often we hearSo thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear,You cannot come into the parlor to-day,There is company coming; so run to your play.”The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad;And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be gladWhen I am grown big like mamma, and can stayWith her and papa in the parlor all day.I wonder if mamma was ever, like me,Too little to stay in the parlor and seeThe beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine,Who came with her mamma and papa to dine.Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow,And then with papa and mamma, I could goTo ride in the carriage, and not hear them say,‘There, run away darling, run off to your play.’”
No room for the children! how often we hear
So thoughtlessly uttered, the words, “No my dear,
You cannot come into the parlor to-day,
There is company coming; so run to your play.”
The child goes away, feeling troubled and sad;
And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be glad
When I am grown big like mamma, and can stay
With her and papa in the parlor all day.
I wonder if mamma was ever, like me,
Too little to stay in the parlor and see
The beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine,
Who came with her mamma and papa to dine.
Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow,
And then with papa and mamma, I could go
To ride in the carriage, and not hear them say,
‘There, run away darling, run off to your play.’”
“No room for the children!” there may come a day,When the children no longer will be in the way;When the angels shall come from the mansions above,And bear them away to the bright realms of love.Ah! parents; there may come a day when your childMay be by the tempter ensnared and beguiled;When the words you now utter, “there, there, run away,”Shall be changed to the pleading ones, “stay at home, stay.”
“No room for the children!” there may come a day,
When the children no longer will be in the way;
When the angels shall come from the mansions above,
And bear them away to the bright realms of love.
Ah! parents; there may come a day when your child
May be by the tempter ensnared and beguiled;
When the words you now utter, “there, there, run away,”
Shall be changed to the pleading ones, “stay at home, stay.”