CHARLIE AND HIS YOUTHFUL TEACHER.
"Come, now, my dear boy, confess what you've done,
To your loving, kind Father on high;
You cannot conceal from the All-seeing One
The fact that you're telling a lie."
So said the young teacher of Birmingham school,
To Charlie, when no one was nigh;
She grieved that her pupil had broken a rule,
Still more that he'd told her a lie.
His face, once so joyous, was then very sad,
His heart was too full to reply,
As Miss Mary pressed home on the dear little lad
The fact of his telling a lie.
"Oh come, now in penitence tell me, dear boy,
The whole truth, and then we will try
And ask the dear Savior his grace to employ,
To guard you from telling a lie."
But, though the child wore a sad look of distress,
