LITTLE CHRISTIAN'S TROUBLE.
His wet cheeks looked as they had worn,
Each, with its rose, a thorn,
Each, with its rose, a thorn,
Set there (my boy, you understand?)
By his own brother's hand:
By his own brother's hand:
"Look at my cheek. What shall I do—
You know I have but two!"
You know I have but two!"
His mother answered, as she read
What my Lord Christ had said,
What my Lord Christ had said,
(While tears began to drop like rain:)
"Go, turn the two again."
"Go, turn the two again."
