THE FATHER RECLAIMED.

1. How can he leave them! How can that Father go? Heedless of winds that blow Cold round his cot:

Leave them to pine for bread, Children of want and pain, Fa-ther they call in vain, He answers not,

124 OH! HELP LITTLE MARY THE DRUNKARD'S POOR CHILD.

Words by Mrs. KIDDER. Permission of O. DITSON. &Co.

But Father and I must have bread that is sure, For since Mother died we have been very poor, And

Chorus. Oh help little Mary to night some kind friend, For God loves her dearly and will to the end, Oh Repeat for Chorus.

dear Father drinks so, the thought makes me wild, Oh! help lit-tle Mary, the drunkard's poor child.

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pray that at last her dear Father he'll save, As she prays every day on her dear Mother's grave.

OH, HELP LITTLE MARY. Concluded.

2 The flowers that I sell every morn in the street,
Scarce bring us enough for the food that we eat,
And often I wish that dear God up on high,
Might take me to dwell with Mamma in the sky,
But then 'twould be hard to leave poor Father here,
With no one to love him, and no one to cheer,
For when he is sober he's pleasant and mild,
And loves little Mary his own darling child.

LOUVAN. L. M.

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3 I hope that dear God for I know that he can,
Will make my poor father a good happy man,
And then we together may walk on the street,
And I can have stockings and shoes on my feet,
Now will you,oh friends. you with hearts kind and warm
Will you help the dear Father I love, to reform,
For my sad heart sometimes with sorrow goes wild,
Oh help little Mary the drunkard's poor child.

COME, TAKE THY STAND.

V. C. TAYLOR.