HEART SORROW.
I will love thee, yes, forever;
Even though we are apart,
And coldly treat thy mother,
For you're dear unto her heart.
Yes, nestled there so fondly,—
On my bosom hush'd to sleep;
I've prayed to God so earnestly,
My precious babe to keep.
On my bosom hush'd to sleep;
I've prayed to God so earnestly,
My precious babe to keep.
Sad thoughts are ever stealing,
When I think of other days.
When a darling little baby,
I so loved thy cunning ways.
When I think of other days.
When a darling little baby,
I so loved thy cunning ways.
And oft when thee caressing,
I thought whenever you grew
To manhood, if you'd be as loving
As mother was to you.
I thought whenever you grew
To manhood, if you'd be as loving
As mother was to you.
But sadly thou art forgetting,
As years go rolling by,
Thy mother's heart is breaking.
But I'll try to hush the cry
As years go rolling by,
Thy mother's heart is breaking.
But I'll try to hush the cry
That is welling up forever,
And fills my heart with pain.
Then ever love thy mother,
While she may on earth remain.
And fills my heart with pain.
Then ever love thy mother,
While she may on earth remain.
Though sadly I am weeping,
This grief I so deplore:
Soon will I lie sleeping,—
Yes, gone forever more.
This grief I so deplore:
Soon will I lie sleeping,—
Yes, gone forever more.