Jesus loves you, so do we,
Little children though we be.
Little hearts that Mother-love
In your bosom broods above;
Little feet that you have led,
In the paths of love to tread;
Little ones whom you have taught,
How the deeds of Christ were wrought;
Little eyes that beamed with bliss,
When dear Mother sent us this—
Sweetest poem ever read.
'Tis a table for us spread,
Little ears, will learn to list
For your loving voice, we wist.
And will follow all the Way
Mother's footsteps, day by day.
Know we well who gave us Mother,
Taught us to love one another,
And the love we send to-day,
God's dear love, is yours alway.
April, 1899.
