MY SISTER.
And you did not see her
When they closed the coffin lid,
And our little fairy darling
From our sight for ever hid?
With her going went our sunlight,
From that hour 'tis ever gone;
Can we say, with truth and calmness,
Not our will, "but Thine be done?"
When they closed the coffin lid,
And our little fairy darling
From our sight for ever hid?
With her going went our sunlight,
From that hour 'tis ever gone;
Can we say, with truth and calmness,
Not our will, "but Thine be done?"
