The Little Girl’s Good Morning
"0! I AM so happy!"
the little girl said,
As she sprang like a lark
from her low trundle-bed.
"'Tis morning, bright morning
Good morning, Papa!
0 give me one kiss
for good morning, Mamma,
Only just look at my pretty canary,
Chirping his sweet
good morning to Mary.
"The sunshine is peeping straight into my eyes;
Good morning to you,
Mr. Sun; for you rise
Early to wake up my birdie and me,
And make us as happy
as happy can be!"
"Happy you may be,
my dear little girl,
(And the mother stroked
softly a clustering curl);
Happy as can be,
yet think of the One
Who wakened this morning
both you and the sun."
The little girl turned
her bright eyes with a nod;
"Mamma,
may I say good morning to God?"
"Yes, little darling one,
surely you may
Kneel as you do
every morning to pray."
Mary knelt solemnly down,
with her eyes
Looking up earnestly
into the skies;
Her two little hands
which were folded together,
Softly she laid on the lap
of her mother.
"Good morning,
dear Father in heaven," she said,
"I thank thee for watching
my snug little bed,
For taking good care of me
all the long night,
And waking me up
with the beautiful light.
0, keep me from naughtiness
all the long day,
Blest Jesus,
who taught little children to pray."
An angel looked down
through the sunshine and smiled,
But she saw not the angel
that beautiful child.