OUR DEAR ONES.
How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain;We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain.How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance;What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance.How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung;We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young.How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes by;How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh.How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross;More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss.How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice;How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and choice.
How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain;We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain.How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance;What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance.How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung;We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young.How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes by;How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh.How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross;More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss.How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice;How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and choice.
How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain;We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain.How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance;What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance.
How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain;
We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain.
How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance;
What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance.
How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung;We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young.How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes by;How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh.
How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung;
We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young.
How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes by;
How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh.
How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross;More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss.How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice;How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and choice.
How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross;
More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss.
How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice;
How eager to follow their footsteps, from duty, and pleasure, and choice.