Show LITTLE BARE FEET IN THE SNOW by joaquin miller oh children with beautiful faces untouched by tho the breath of the storm I 1 heard tho the glad ring of their voices at play where the firelight is warm I 1 I 1 think as I 1 sit in the gloaming gleaming and hear how the chilly winds blow of poor little heads in the tempest and little baro bare feet in the snow I 1 oh ob children ildren so tenderly sheltered so blessed in your waking and sleep I 1 think of the wan little faces that sorrowful vigils must keep unfed in their pitiful hunger in their terror and woe woo oh weak little hearts in the darkness I 1 oh bare little feet in the snow I 1 oh oil once by tho the angels celestial the wonderful story was told how jesus the shepherd came seeking the lambs that were lost from his fold I 1 and they who would share in his glory must follow his ills footsteps below to comfort the poor and the needy tho the little bare fat in the snow |