 | Complete Poems of Frances E. W. Harper |  |
THE DYING CHILD TO HER BLIND FATHER
Dear father, I hear a whisper,
It tells me that I must go,
And my heart returns her answer
In throbbings so faint and low.
It tells me that I must go,
And my heart returns her answer
In throbbings so faint and low.
I'm sorry to leave you, father,
I know you will miss me so,
And the world for you will gather
A gloomier shade of woe.
I know you will miss me so,
And the world for you will gather
A gloomier shade of woe.
You will miss me, dearest father,
When the violets wake from sleep,
And timidly from their hedges
The early snow-drops peep.
When the violets wake from sleep,
And timidly from their hedges
The early snow-drops peep.
I shall not be here to gather
The flowers by stream and dell,
The bright and beautiful flowers,
Dear Father, you love so well.
The flowers by stream and dell,
The bright and beautiful flowers,
Dear Father, you love so well.
You will miss my voice, dear father,
From every earthly tone,
All the songs that cheered your darkness,
And you'll be so sad and lone.
From every earthly tone,
All the songs that cheered your darkness,
And you'll be so sad and lone.
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I can scarcely rejoice, dear father,
In hope of the brighter land,
When I know you'll pine in sadness,
And miss my guiding hand.
In hope of the brighter land,
When I know you'll pine in sadness,
And miss my guiding hand.
You are weeping, dearest father,
Your sobs are shaking my soul,
But we'll meet again where the shadow
And night from your eyes shall roll.
Your sobs are shaking my soul,
But we'll meet again where the shadow
And night from your eyes shall roll.
And then you will see me, father,
With visions undimmed and clear,
Your eyes will sparkle with rapture—
You know there's no blindness there.
With visions undimmed and clear,
Your eyes will sparkle with rapture—
You know there's no blindness there.
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