"I should like to die," said Willie, "if my
papa could die, too;
But he says he isn't
ready- 'cause he's got so much to do;
But my little sister
Nellie says that I must surely die,
And she and mamma-then she stopped because it made me
cry.
"I remember that she told me once, while sitting on her
knee,
That the angels never weary watching over her and me;
And if r was only
good- Nellie told me so before-
That they let us into Heaven when they see us at the door.
"I shall know no more of sorrow, I shall know no more
of sin-
I shall see mamma and Nellie, for I know they'll let me in;
But I'll have to tell
the angel when I meet him at the door,
That he must excuse my papa, because he couldn't leave the
store.
"I know I shall be happy, and shall always want to stay-
I should like to hear
the singing-I should love the endless day;
I would like to look at Jesus- I'd love him more and more,
And I'd gather water-lilies for the angel at the door.
Nellie says that it
may be I shall soon be called away-
If papa was only ready I should like to go today;
But if I go before him to that world of light and joy,
I guess he'll want to come to Heaven to see his little
boy."
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