Here you will find the Poem Be Kind to the Little Ones of poet Julia A Moore
Air -- "He Folds Them on His Bosom'' Be kind to all little ones, All fathers, mothers dear, Be kind to your little ones, Their little hearts to cheer. For oh! you know not how soon Their place will vacant be; If God should call one to his home, Your conscience would be free. Their little forms are tender, They're at your mercy now; They need your kind attention To watch them every hour. While they are little infants, My friends, take time to spare: Do not forget an instant, To give them tender care. God, he never did intend You to misuse your child; Their little souls to you he sends To bless you for awhile. And if you always will be kind To them, sweet little ones, Oh! what a blessing you will find In after years to come. You never, never will repent, Dear friend, for being kind; Those little ones to you were sent, And always bear in mind, That God may call your little ones And leave you here behind; Oh! what a happy thought will come -- I always have been kind.