 | The poetical works of James Montgomery |  |
THE WIDOW AND THE FATHERLESS.
Well, thou art gone, and I am left;
But, oh! how cold and dark to me
This world, of every charm bereft,
Where all was beautiful with thee!
But, oh! how cold and dark to me
This world, of every charm bereft,
Where all was beautiful with thee!
Though I have seen thy form depart
For ever from my widow'd eye,
I hold thee in mine inmost heart;
There, there at least, thou canst not die.
For ever from my widow'd eye,
I hold thee in mine inmost heart;
There, there at least, thou canst not die.
Farewell on earth; Heaven claim'd its own;
Yet, when from me thy presence went,
I was exchanged for God alone:
Let dust and ashes learn content.
Yet, when from me thy presence went,
I was exchanged for God alone:
Let dust and ashes learn content.
Ha! those small voices silver sweet!
Fresh from the fields my babes appear;
They fill my arms, they clasp my feet;
—“Oh! could your father see us here!”
Fresh from the fields my babes appear;
They fill my arms, they clasp my feet;
—“Oh! could your father see us here!”
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