82. the children's table.
How to save our native land;
And the brave men are all fighting,
Heart to heart and hand to hand 
While the grown — up women labor
For the soldiers night and day;
Would you have us children idle,
Minding nothing but our play?
Little hands we have, but willing;
Little hearts, but loving well
Those who languish sorely wounded,
Those who fill the prisoner's cell;
And we know the names of heroes.
Who have fallen on the field
Gleam with never-dying brightness,
Blazoned on our country's shield.
We have toiled with busy fingers
Many days, to gather here
Little treasures that may tempt you
With full purses to draw near.
For they tell us that with money
Many great things may be done;
Never found it nobler uses
Since this big world was begun!
Let the great and glorious impulse
Now astir throughout the land,
Make us welcome as we greet you,
Coming with this new demand.
Give us then, O generous people!
Ready purchase of our wares,
And we'll give you children's blessings
Won from heaven by children's prayers!
Metropolitan Fair, New-York, April, 1864.