Charles Follen Adams

“ Thinking it a golden moment To impress his youthful mind With our freedom, dearly purchased, And by martyrs' blood refined, His good mother told the story Of their persecutions sore, While he listened, all attention, And the picture pondered o'er. "See, my child, those hungry lions, How upon the group they fall! 'Tis a sight, my precious darling, That the bravest might appall." Then, with little lip a-quiver, "Mamma, look!" says little Benny: "Little lion in the corner, Mamma, isn't gettin' any!" ”