A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer (3rd ed.)/The Promise
The Promise.
[Published by the permission of W. T. Belcher, Esq., Birmingham, to whom the copyright belongs, and where the Music may be had.]
How well I remember, when I was a child,
The smile of my mother, so gentle and mild,
As I knelt at her feet in an evening to pray,
In words that dear mother had taught me to say.
Again I behold her, with soul-beaming eyes,
As with finger uplifted she points to the skies,
Saying, When we have passed through this sad world of pain,
It is there, dearest Edith, I'll meet thee again,
'Tis there, dearest Edith, I'll meet thee again.
Years, years have flown by, since her spirit departed,
To realms where such spirits are destined to go,
For the good and the faithful, the kind and true hearted,
Can ne'er be intended for torment and woe.
How often through life, when dark clouds have hung o'er me
Those words have brought comfort, and banish'd all pain,
And hope, blessed hope held this promise before me—
'Tis there, dearest Edith, I'll meet thee again.
'Tis there, dearest Edith, I'll meet thee again.