A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/Impromptu—On the Death of a Mother and Infant
Impromptu.
On the death of a mother and infant, the mother's death preceding that op the child but a very short time.
Yea, both are departed, the mother and child;
See, their friends broken-hearted, their anguish is wild;
Who shall tell but the parent hath stay'd on the road
To guide her loved son to his future abode?
Hark! angels with ecstasy welcome the twain,
Who are freed (and for ever) from sorrow and pain.
Then cease your fond grieving, wipe the tear from each eye,
And take comfort, believing their end was pure joy.