 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
HYMN ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER.
Though eyes of Heaven's own blue are dim,
Brow, lip, and cheek to coldness wed;
From God she came, and back to Him,
In her unsinning morn, hath fled.
Brow, lip, and cheek to coldness wed;
From God she came, and back to Him,
In her unsinning morn, hath fled.
An angel whispered in her ear
The message by her father sent—
Sweet words that she alone could hear,
And spotless to his arms she went.
The message by her father sent—
Sweet words that she alone could hear,
And spotless to his arms she went.
Oh! precious child of hope and love!
Our hearts to thee too fondly clung,
And God, to turn our thoughts above,
Each trembling chord hath wildly wrung.
Our hearts to thee too fondly clung,
And God, to turn our thoughts above,
Each trembling chord hath wildly wrung.
Then, mourning mother! let us pray,
When we have done with Earth and Time,
That she, whom we deplore to-day,
Embrace us in a brighter clime.
When we have done with Earth and Time,
That she, whom we deplore to-day,
Embrace us in a brighter clime.
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