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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.
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.
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.
More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss.
