the sick child's lament.
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But when she spoke, her words were calm
As an unruffled stream,
And gentle, tender, pure and kind
As her own loved one's dream:—
As an unruffled stream,
And gentle, tender, pure and kind
As her own loved one's dream:—
"Thy prayer is heard, my beautiful,
My loving one and bright!
Thy lips to me too soon will breathe
Their last—yes, last 'Good night!'"
My loving one and bright!
Thy lips to me too soon will breathe
Their last—yes, last 'Good night!'"
"Yes, mother, for I hear again
The music softly flow,
And see the angels beckon me,—
I 'm weary, and would go
The music softly flow,
And see the angels beckon me,—
I 'm weary, and would go
"To join that high and holy throng
"Who worship there above,—
One kiss, dear mother! 'tis the last,
Last pledge of earthly love!"
"Who worship there above,—
One kiss, dear mother! 'tis the last,
Last pledge of earthly love!"
She placed a kiss upon her child.
In fondness, but in woe;
Then knelt in that deep agony,
Which none but mothers know.
In fondness, but in woe;
Then knelt in that deep agony,
Which none but mothers know.
