ALLIE'S CHRISTMAS EVE, by "Lillie Linden" (from Robert Merry's Museum February 1865, p. 53)
Christmas Eve! But in the city There were some whom none could pity, Some who had no Christmas Eve. Through a dirty, dingy alley, Up the narrow, creaking stair-- Spiders built their houses there-- There sat little orphan Allie. By the window, there sat Alice, Looking at the sky; said she, "Oh, that I were there to see Christmas Eve in heaven's palace! Father, mother, both are there: O, if God would take me too!" And her thin hands, cold and blue, Clasped in supplicating prayer. "Oh, God! please take little Allie; Up in heaven all is light, And I am so cold to-night! Oh, God! please take little Allie." God in mercy heard her prayer; O'er her face a sweet smile passed, And she murmured, "Home at last-- There will be no sorrow there." And the little angel-spirit Went to Him who gave it leave-- Little Alice went to heaven, There to pass her Christmas Eve.