At length they reached a distant shore,
A beautiful bright land,
And crowds of pitying strangers came,
And took them by the hand.

And Abby found a pleasant home,
And Pwen and Enna too;
But poor papa's sad thoughts turned back
To Burmah and to you.

He told me of his darling boys,
Poor orphans far away,
With no mamma to kiss their lips,
Or teach them how to pray.

And would I be their new mamma,
And join the little band
Of those who, for the Saviour's sake,
Dwell in a heathen land?

Much do I love my darling boys,
And much do they love me;
Our Heavenly Father sent me here,
Your new mamma to be.

And if I closely follow Him,
And hold your little hands,
I hope to lead you up to heaven,
To join the angel bands.