"No one will see me,"
Said little John Day,
For his father and mother
Were out of the way,
And he was at home
All alone;
"No one will see me,"
So he climbed on a chair,
And peeped in the cupboard
To see what was there,
Which of course he ought
Not to have done.
There stood in the cupboard,
So sweet and so nice,
A plate of plum-cake
In full many a slice,
And apples so ripe,
And so fine;
"Now no one will see me,"
Said John to himself,
As he stretched out his arm
To reach up to the shelf;
"This apple, at least,
Shall be mine."
John paused and put back
The nice apple so red,
For he thought of the words
His kind mother had said,
When she left all these
Things in his care;
"And no one will see me,"
Thought he, "'tis not true;
For I've read that God sees us
In all that we do,
And is with us
Everywhere."
Well done, John;
Your father and mother obey,
Try ever to please them;
And mind what they say,
Even when they
Are absent from you;
And never forget that,
Though no one is nigh,
You cannot be hid from
The Glance of God's eye,
Who notices all
That you do.