There are children laughing in the garden,
Light-hearted, happy, gay;
Their voices ring like silver bells,
No shadow mars their way.
But there are some who’ve never known
The joys that centre there;
Who’ve never owned a perfect flower
Or known a mother’s care.
Let us, with happy homes and bairns,
Remember those whose lot
Is cast among the gloomy ways,
And share out what we’ve got.
Southern Cross, A Child’s Smile, Sydney: F. H. Johnston Publishing Company, , [page 7]
bairn = (Scottish) child