YOUR MARY AND MINE.
Two sweet hopes from our softened hearts,
Two stars from out our sky,
Two birds, whose was song sweeter than
The throstle's in the rye;
Two household words, whose echoes yet
Are in my heart and thine;
Why have they passed so soon away?—
Your Mary and mine,
Two stars from out our sky,
Two birds, whose was song sweeter than
The throstle's in the rye;
Two household words, whose echoes yet
Are in my heart and thine;
Why have they passed so soon away?—
Your Mary and mine,
We know not; but we know those hopes
To better things are given,
We know those stars shine brighter far
Than in an earthly heaven;
Those tones are heard by angels' ears,
Though lost to mine and thine,
Those household words are in our hearts,—
Your Mary and mine.
To better things are given,
We know those stars shine brighter far
Than in an earthly heaven;
Those tones are heard by angels' ears,
Though lost to mine and thine,
Those household words are in our hearts,—
Your Mary and mine.
'Tis hard to think the loveliest
Should be the soonest gone;
Be still, be still! sad heart, and know
That "God is God alone."
It is not faith, it is not love,
Unwisely to repine;
Shall we not meet them yet above?
Your Mary and mine.
Should be the soonest gone;
Be still, be still! sad heart, and know
That "God is God alone."
It is not faith, it is not love,
Unwisely to repine;
Shall we not meet them yet above?
Your Mary and mine.