I Am Happy When I Do Right.
By H. P. Nichols
How glad it makes me feel at night,
When sitting on my mother's knee,
To hear her whisper "You've done right,
And tried my gentle child to be."
But then I feel ashamed and sad
If I've been cross and disobeyed,
Or if my selfish way I've had
When I with other children played.
So if at night I'd call to mind
A day of undisturbed delight,
The only way that I can find
Is to be loving and do right.