MAMMA'S STORY
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For a moment he prayed—with heart beating wild:
"Have mercy on her, as I pity this child!"
Then aloud he said—as they moved through the throng—
"My dog will not come unless I take you along.
"Have mercy on her, as I pity this child!"
Then aloud he said—as they moved through the throng—
"My dog will not come unless I take you along.
So come home with me, 'Tis not good you should roam"—
And he treated him kindly, and gave him a home.
Then he sought the boy's kindred—here fate on him smiled,—
The lad was his nephew,—his lost sister's child!
And now in his prayers he forgets not his joy—
He thanks the kind Father for sending the boy.
Now children, who think you 'twas, out in the fog?
My dears, 'twas your Grandpa who saved the brown dog!
And he treated him kindly, and gave him a home.
Then he sought the boy's kindred—here fate on him smiled,—
The lad was his nephew,—his lost sister's child!
And now in his prayers he forgets not his joy—
He thanks the kind Father for sending the boy.
Now children, who think you 'twas, out in the fog?
My dears, 'twas your Grandpa who saved the brown dog!
