a mother's prayer in illness.
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In their young, timid souls, forgiveness find?
Forgiveness, and forbearance, and soft chidings,
Which I—their mother—learn'd of Love to give!
Ah! let me stay!—albeit my heart is weary,
Weary and worn, tired of its own sad beat,
That finds no echo in this busy world
Which cannot pause to answer—tired alike
Of joy and sorrow—of the day and night!
Ah! take them first, my Father! and then me;
And for their sakes—for their sweet sakes, my Father!
Let me find rest beside them, at thy feet!
Forgiveness, and forbearance, and soft chidings,
Which I—their mother—learn'd of Love to give!
Ah! let me stay!—albeit my heart is weary,
Weary and worn, tired of its own sad beat,
That finds no echo in this busy world
Which cannot pause to answer—tired alike
Of joy and sorrow—of the day and night!
Ah! take them first, my Father! and then me;
And for their sakes—for their sweet sakes, my Father!
Let me find rest beside them, at thy feet!
TO .
Let your summer friends go by
With the summer weather!
Hearts there are that will not fly,
Tho' the storm should gather.
With the summer weather!
Hearts there are that will not fly,
Tho' the storm should gather.
