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Oh! shall no more my listening ear
Catch that celestial voice;
No more thy heavenly converse hear,
That bade my soul rejoice!
Catch that celestial voice;
No more thy heavenly converse hear,
That bade my soul rejoice!
Those words of kind, parental care,
Which soothed my bed of pain;
That look of sympathy, oh! ne'er
Shall I behold again!
Which soothed my bed of pain;
That look of sympathy, oh! ne'er
Shall I behold again!
Where shall thy suffering child repair,
To seek protection now?
Since Death's cold hand, so often near,
Has touched thine honored brow.
To seek protection now?
Since Death's cold hand, so often near,
Has touched thine honored brow.
Where shall this helpless, writhing form
A kind supporter find?
And where, oh! where, midst sorrow's storm,
Shall rest this struggling mind?
A kind supporter find?
And where, oh! where, midst sorrow's storm,
Shall rest this struggling mind?
Who will, like thee, direct the prayer
With strong desire to heaven;
And grace unto thy children bear,
To fervent pleadings given?
With strong desire to heaven;
And grace unto thy children bear,
To fervent pleadings given?
O blessed parent, guide, and friend!
Where shall my soul repose?
Our sky is dark; what ills attend!
The world no succour shows.
Where shall my soul repose?
Our sky is dark; what ills attend!
The world no succour shows.
