WHO CALLS FOR THE CHILDREN?
By J. W. Daniels
WHO calls for our youth?
Lo, they pass in review,
With black eyes and brown eyes,
Gray, hazel, and blue.
See our rosy-cheeked boys,
With profusion of curls,
And this group of affectionate,
Dear little girls. For the orphans and homeless
In earnest we come,
Persistently seeking
For each a good home—
God's family home—
The best of all schools;
May no want of this gift
Rear vagrants and fools.
Who calls, who calls for the children? When the mother's fond heart
So oft will recall
The glee of lost Robbie,
His shout in the hall,
Why not let another
Love enter thy heart
And bid the deep grief
Of bereavement depart? One rough block of marble
An angel became:
That boy so uncomely
May win the best name.
This girlie your comfort
In age may become,
Your pride, and the joy
And the song of your home. Come, give us a call;
Speak out, let us hear;
We listen and wait for
Your words full of cheer.
In fostering youth
Brightest jewels unfold
And vast the reward
In the city of gold.
Who calls, who calls for the children?
—Rev. J. W. Daniels.