Classic Poem

Come all you tender hearted,
Your attention I do call.
I will tell you how it started
Come listen one and all.

On Wednesday night there was a light
Seen shining on a hill.
Dear mother run with all her might,
While everything was still.

She went into a neighbor's house
One hundred yards away.
And there she sat and talked with them,
But did not mean to stay.

“Don't stay too long, mother, there,
For we are lonesome here.”
“I'll get some mullen oil,” she said,
“And then return again.”

But when she started home again,
Her house was in a flame,
She cried, “Alas, my babes are gone
And I'm the one to blame.”

She heard a voice like thunder,
As the flames rolled over her head.
She cried, “Have mercy, Lord,
My poor babes are both dead.”

The little ones lay on the ground,
Quite close and face to face,
Their little arms entwined around
Each other did embrace.

Don't grieve for them, dear mother,
For they are now at rest.
They will be found on that great day
In their Redeemer's breast.