Penny For Your Thoughts

  Penny For Your Thoughts 

(HYMN)

The man was lost in pensiveness, 
The girl looked on him smiling; 
She tapped him gently on the cheek,
And then with eyes beguiling, 
She said,-" A penny for your thoughts!" 
And tossed her pretty head. 
In soberness he took her hands, 
Then slowly, softly said:

"I was thinking of the distant day 

When you I first caressed; 

I was thinking of the many times 

Your lips to mine were pressed; 

I was thinking that, in all these years, 

I love you best of any. . . . 

Now, sweetheart, don't you really 

think 

They're worth more than a penny!"

- By Robert Toole  

THE ORIGINAL HISTORICAL POEM, RECITATION, HYMN IN THIS  ARTICLE IS PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL OCTOBER 1921

THE ORIGINAL HYMN, RECITATION AND THE MOTION  SONG OF THE FARMERS OF THE STATE OF SOUTH DAKOTA AND THE NORTH DAKOTA OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA IN THIS  HISTORICAL ARTICLE IS PRESENTED AS IT WAS FOUND IN THIS HISTORICAL MAGAZINE OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. THIS IS TRADITIONAL LUTHERAN HYMN AND THE ORIGINAL RELIGIOUS HYMN OF THE NATIVE AMERICAN INDIAN TRIBES OF SOUTH AND NORTH DAKOTA STATES, REGISTERED AND PUBLISHED IN ONE OF THE MOST REPUTABLE AGRICULTURAL MAGAZINES OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA:

AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL AUGUST 1921

Foster Parents

THE DICTEE

THE birds are again busy in the hedge-rows, and the nest-building engrosses all their thoughts. As we write the sparrows are darting to fro the ivy-mantled walls of our house, busy, noisily busy in the same pleasant work. Very soon the "callow broods" will fill  the nests, and become the objects of a and ceaseless ministry. Sad to say year many young birds perish by the of their parents. The gun, the trap, and the stone, in cruel hands, are, far more than disease, the death-producers. Only now and then is any young brood enough to find a foster-parent. If God did not raise up foster-parents, what would be come of all our orphan boys and girls? 
Some time ago in the streets of Philadelphia, a gentleman was accosted by a who pleaded for a penny; and he asked:-

" What do you want to do with a penny?"

" Buy bread, sir, 'was promptly answered.

 "Have you had nothing to eat to-day?"

 "Nothing, sir."

 "Boy, are you telling me the truth?" asked the gentleman.

 "Indeed I am, sir."

 "Have you a father?" questioned the gentlemanm now interested in the boy. 

"No sir, father is dead."

" Where is your mother?"

" She died last night. Come with me I will show you where my mother is."

 The gentleman followed the boy down in narrow alley, and stopped before a place which he called home. Pushing open a door, he pointed to his dead mother and said:

" There is my mother, sir."

" Who was with your mother when died?" asked the gentleman, deeply moved.

 "Nobody but me, sir."

 "Did your mother say anything before she died ?"

"Yes,sir; she said  God will take care of you, my son." 

Sooner than his dying mother had dared to hope, God had honoured her faith by sending to her son one whose heart was touched with pity for his condition. The little orphan was kindly cared for by the gentleman. 

References

1.AMERICAN COOPERATIVE JOURNAL AUGUST 1921

2.ONWARD A BAND OF HOPE TEMPERANCE AND FAMILY MAGAZINE VOLUME XXX 1895 EDITED BY WP INGHAM LONDON SW PARTRIDGE & CO 9 PATERNOSTER Row MANCHESTER ONWARD OFFICE 124 & 126 PORTLAND STREET JOHN HEYWOOD DEANSGATE 

3.No 16 MR JAMES BOWDEN'S PENNY STORIES A FAMOUS SUNDAY SCHOOL STRY COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED An Endless Chain By I Pansy 

4. The Children's Messenger 1887