Chapter XIX: Part V: His Father and Ours to the Rescue

"Of the hearts that daily break,
Of the tears that hourly fall,
Of the many, many troubles of life
That grieve this earthly ball--
Disease and Hunger and Pain and Want,
Now I dreamt of them all!

"Alas! I have walked through life
Too heedless where I trod;
Nay, helping to trample my fellow-man,
And fill the burial sod;
Forgetting that even the sparrow falls
Not unmarked of God."
--HOOD.

"Do not deceive yourselves about the little offensive children in the street. If they be offensive to you, they are not to Him who made them. 'Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones, for I say unto you, Their angels do always behold the face of your Father in Heaven. It is not the will of your Father in Heaven that one of these little ones should perish.'"--CHARLES KINGSLEY.