Brothers

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Jan 7, 1913

“What have I said to make you sad, Big Brother? What do you care for a kid that's bad, Big Brother?”

“The city is full of temptation still, Of the things that hurt, and the things that kill; If I don't care for my boy, who will, Little Brother?”

“Will you take me back, as you said you would, Big Brother? Will you stick to me till I do make good, Big Brother?”

“There's never a thing you could say or do To shake the faith I have in you; We started as pals—we're pals straight through, Little Brother.”

“What do you hope I'm going to be, Big Brother? What do you see in a kid like me, Big Brother?” “I see the Child that the feet, rough-shod, Of the streets have trampled and torn and trod; I see the very image of God, Little Brother.”

“Why aren't there more good friends like you, Big Brother, To show us boys what we ought to do, Big Brother?”

“It's the old, old question, lad, to make The eyes grow wet and the heart to ache; But we'll have the men—when the men awake, Little Brother.” —The Churchman.