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Their future lot—the woe, the weal,
That each in coming years may prove;
All this a mother's heart must feel,
And ponder o'er with trembling love.
That each in coming years may prove;
All this a mother's heart must feel,
And ponder o'er with trembling love.
Our firstborn darling! on thy head
May every blessing earth can know,
And Heaven can give, be richly shed,
To light and cheer thy path below:
And if the lot of all must shade
At last the brightness of that brow,
E'en when thy heart's first light is fled,
Oh! may it still be pure as now.
May every blessing earth can know,
And Heaven can give, be richly shed,
To light and cheer thy path below:
And if the lot of all must shade
At last the brightness of that brow,
E'en when thy heart's first light is fled,
Oh! may it still be pure as now.
And thee, my baby boy, for thee
Arises many an anxious prayer;
Man's sterner portion thine must be,
And manhood's perils thou must share.
But mayst thou not unworthy prove
To bear thy father's honoured name;
And oh! may God, in boundless love,
Keep thee from danger, sin, and shame.
Arises many an anxious prayer;
Man's sterner portion thine must be,
And manhood's perils thou must share.
But mayst thou not unworthy prove
To bear thy father's honoured name;
And oh! may God, in boundless love,
Keep thee from danger, sin, and shame.
My cherished ones, how calm, how deep
The slumber seems that binds ye now!
Long may ye thus securely sleep,
Nor dream of aught but bliss below.
The soft closed eye, the damask cheek,
The gentle breathing scarce perceived,
All seem of perfect bliss to speak,
Of hearts no sorrow yet has grieved.
The slumber seems that binds ye now!
Long may ye thus securely sleep,
Nor dream of aught but bliss below.
The soft closed eye, the damask cheek,
The gentle breathing scarce perceived,
All seem of perfect bliss to speak,
Of hearts no sorrow yet has grieved.
