CHILD OF MY HEART.
Child of my heart! in sorrow’s hour,When all the ills of life are nigh,And suffering Nature has no power,To stay the pang, to still the sigh;When suns no longer deign to shine,And friends who came in early years,Desert the home and fly the shrine,Whose only offering then, is tears:Thou shalt be nigh, in weal and wo,My love a balm shall ever be,And thou shalt teach the heart to know,Truth still abides with infancyThe crowd that flies the broken heart,To thee shall no example prove;And thou, when all the rest depart,Shalt watch with hope, and bless with love.
Child of my heart! in sorrow’s hour,When all the ills of life are nigh,And suffering Nature has no power,To stay the pang, to still the sigh;When suns no longer deign to shine,And friends who came in early years,Desert the home and fly the shrine,Whose only offering then, is tears:Thou shalt be nigh, in weal and wo,My love a balm shall ever be,And thou shalt teach the heart to know,Truth still abides with infancyThe crowd that flies the broken heart,To thee shall no example prove;And thou, when all the rest depart,Shalt watch with hope, and bless with love.
Child of my heart! in sorrow’s hour,When all the ills of life are nigh,And suffering Nature has no power,To stay the pang, to still the sigh;When suns no longer deign to shine,And friends who came in early years,Desert the home and fly the shrine,Whose only offering then, is tears:
Child of my heart! in sorrow’s hour,
When all the ills of life are nigh,
And suffering Nature has no power,
To stay the pang, to still the sigh;
When suns no longer deign to shine,
And friends who came in early years,
Desert the home and fly the shrine,
Whose only offering then, is tears:
Thou shalt be nigh, in weal and wo,My love a balm shall ever be,And thou shalt teach the heart to know,Truth still abides with infancyThe crowd that flies the broken heart,To thee shall no example prove;And thou, when all the rest depart,Shalt watch with hope, and bless with love.
Thou shalt be nigh, in weal and wo,
My love a balm shall ever be,
And thou shalt teach the heart to know,
Truth still abides with infancy
The crowd that flies the broken heart,
To thee shall no example prove;
And thou, when all the rest depart,
Shalt watch with hope, and bless with love.