The prattle of childish voices
The patter of childish feet
And the ripple of childish laughter
Made a melody most sweet.
It would seem that the Heart of Jesus
Had called those children there
In order that He might bless them
In His holy house of prayer.
As they ran and played together
His holy Altar around,
Unconscious, dear little loved ones,
That the place was holy ground.
And as they gazed on the pictures
Or touched them with their hands
One would think of the words of Jesus,
His dear divine command:
"Suffer the little children
To come, dear hearts, to Me,
For of such is My heavenly kingdom,
From sin and sorrow free."
A home in His Heart in Heaven
The little hearts have found,
And pure as the snow undriven,
They stand His Throne around.
And the bell for the blessed Chalice
The little hands shall ring,
And a song to the Heart of Jesus
The little lips shall sing.
You would seem to hear Him saying:
"I bless those children dear,
I bless the good priest and the people
Who have buillt Me a temple here."
God bless the dear little children
Who prayed that evening there,
God bless the good priest and people
Who reared that temple fair.