The Little Girl That Meets Me

Thare!aIUtleglrl that meets me, And 'tji laagbler evergreets me, And t. kiss her oft ciitreats me, is I stray 'Loiii; the path of lifc so dreary, Where the Bidden heart and weary, Sliadfs the sunllght stamling ueur dr, Ou my w;iy. She has cycs bine :is heaveD (Oiily aL-il about eleven), Bot cunto God haglven Such :i beart, Tliat forcver slve is sinffinif, Aiul her volee ever rtnglog, Betiaiy o'er th rapt lieurl briuglny, Svveet as urt. "rt'Hh her sunny hair so ciuly, Witli ber teeth so wliitc and pearlj', 1 have met her lato and early, By the way, And I takè hvr hand and press lt, In my own just. to caresa lt - "Pretty littlc hand- QoJ bless lt!" I do say. ÖLlre picipugUps