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A LAMENT.
If near his age, in every walk I take;
If dark brown eye and hair,
I am trying to compare
Their features—scan till I a likeness make.
If dark brown eye and hair,
I am trying to compare
Their features—scan till I a likeness make.
Perchance some gentle hand
In that bright golden land,
Which has allured—has tempted scores to stray,
May kindly lead him right,
May to their homes invite;
For this do I, how often, do I pray.
In that bright golden land,
Which has allured—has tempted scores to stray,
May kindly lead him right,
May to their homes invite;
For this do I, how often, do I pray.
How much he must be grown;
Two years 'tis hard to own,
And could I own, where should I learn, O where?
Who'd sympathy bestow
To lighten this my woe,
Or counsel me in griefs they cannot share?
Two years 'tis hard to own,
And could I own, where should I learn, O where?
Who'd sympathy bestow
To lighten this my woe,
Or counsel me in griefs they cannot share?
Another year, I may
Sit then, as now to-day,
My hopes all crushed, and health may distant be,
And friends may talk and smile,
In vain try to beguile;
Alas, my boy I never more may see.
Sit then, as now to-day,
My hopes all crushed, and health may distant be,
And friends may talk and smile,
In vain try to beguile;
Alas, my boy I never more may see.
Yet I would not rebel,
Would not my sorrows tell;
'Tis but a leaf torn from the volume great;
Many a mother may,
With longings deep to-day,
Hope for the news which I myself now wait.
Would not my sorrows tell;
'Tis but a leaf torn from the volume great;
Many a mother may,
With longings deep to-day,
Hope for the news which I myself now wait.
