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the dying wife to her husband.
How shall I leave thee?—how resign
Thy tenderness and care?
The pressure of thy clasping hand,
Thy blessing, and thy prayer?
Together we have tasted joy,
Together wept in ill,
And the love that was so bright in bliss,
In grief was brighter still.
Thy tenderness and care?
The pressure of thy clasping hand,
Thy blessing, and thy prayer?
Together we have tasted joy,
Together wept in ill,
And the love that was so bright in bliss,
In grief was brighter still.
Wilt thou not miss me from thy side
When twilight's hour hath come?
Will it not seem a desert place,
The paradise of home?
Then, gather close with brooding love
Our children round thy knee,
And wipe with tenderest hand the tears
Which they will shed for me.
When twilight's hour hath come?
Will it not seem a desert place,
The paradise of home?
Then, gather close with brooding love
Our children round thy knee,
And wipe with tenderest hand the tears
Which they will shed for me.
And soothe each little throbbing heart
That asks for me in vain,
And say, that in the far-off heaven
Their mother lives again;
That asks for me in vain,
And say, that in the far-off heaven
Their mother lives again;
