[Three children in long grass, younger boy sleeping in sister's lap, older children saying their prayers]

Verse 14: The chill night drew on, and the great sun went down, Went down in a deep crimson glow, That flash'd through the forest, and flushed on their cheeks, On those little white faces of woe. "Tis cold, very cold, and poor Frankie will cry, Away from his own little bed; He'll lie warm between us, I'll take off my frock, And over the little on spread. Kneel down, brother Johnny, and lift up your hands, While I say our evening prayer; And God He will hear us, and keep us from harm; Mother says he lives everywhere."