"DID YOU HEAR THAT, MAMMA? "
HEAR what? My child," the mother said,
As by the hand her boy she led
Along the city's bustling street,
Amid the crowds of active feet.
"Those boys, mamma, who by us came,
Said, said, It was the Saviour's name,
I cannot think why they should say
Those holy words in such a way.
"I cannot think that it is He
Of whom you read so much to me
Who came to earth a little child,
And afterward on children smiled.
"He made the poor blind man to see,
And healed the sick in Galilee,
And fed the poor, mamma, you know
How could those boys treat Jesus so?
"If they had seen the cross of wood,
And by the side of Jesus stood,
And known to die for them he came,
They would have loved his blessed name."
"My boy, my boy! I trust no word
From your sweet lips will ere be heard
Against the One who came to bring
Us life and joy, our Saviour King."
JULIA E. LLOYD.