Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread.

Give us this day our daily bread;         Oh! children, when you pray,     And morn and night repeat these words,         Think what it is you say.     You never asked a piece of bread,         And had that wish denied;     For food to eat, and some to spare,         Has always been supplied.     But o'er the ocean, many a cheek         With want grows thin and pale;     And many suffer like the boy         Of whom I tell this tale.     He lay upon some scattered straw,--         His strength was almost gone,--     And, in a feeble voice, he cried,         "Give me three grains of corn!"     Three grains from out his jacket torn,         His trembling mother drew,     'Twas all she had--she gave them him,         Though she was starving too!     Be very grateful, children, then,         For all that you enjoy;     Remembering, as you say those words,         The little Irish boy.