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Mother's Last Words by Mary Sewell page 12

 

“They tell us at the Sunday School,
That we must beg to be forgiven;
My mother used to say the same,
Before she went away to heaven.”

“I wish I’d let the shoes alone;
I wonder what I’d better do; -
If I should take them back again,
Poor Christy would not have a shoe.”

Though I don’t think he’d care for that,
For he’s a better boy than I,
And he would sooner starve to death
Than steal a thing or tell a lie.”

“Are you asleep, Chris? Can’t you wake?
I want to tell you something bad;
I’ve counted all the hours to-night;
I say, Chris, can’t you wake up, lad?”

Just then the child screamed in his sleep,
And started upright in his bed: -
“Are you there, John? Who’s in the room?
Oh, John! I dreamt that you were dead”

“I’m glad enough that I woke up,
I’m glad you’re all alive and well;
I’d such an ugly dream – I saw
The devil taking you to hell.”

“And so he will, if I don’t mind,
As far as that, your dream is right;
And as to going off to hell,
I think I’ve been in hell all night.”

“What have you done?” – “Why, stole some shoes
That very pair I gave to you;
But I can’t rest about it, Chris,
I want to know what we shall do.”