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BEREFT.
I from my window looked at early dawning,
The sweet breeze stirred and kissed my face;
O glad is every heart, I thought on this fair morning,
Earth seemed so restful in the morn's embrace.
The sweet breeze stirred and kissed my face;
O glad is every heart, I thought on this fair morning,
Earth seemed so restful in the morn's embrace.
In grateful attitude I stood imploring,
Sufficient strength for daily care,
My heart was pained at sight of badge of mourning,
That from my neighbor's door swayed on the air.
Sufficient strength for daily care,
My heart was pained at sight of badge of mourning,
That from my neighbor's door swayed on the air.
It told me the “unbidden guest” had entered,
And claimed the darling of that fold,
In whom their blasted hopes had once been centered,
Life evermore within that home was drear and cold.
And claimed the darling of that fold,
In whom their blasted hopes had once been centered,
Life evermore within that home was drear and cold.
I sought the mother in affliction's hour,
My solace offered in her sore distress;
I pointed to the Christ, the only power,
To cheer the heart bereft and comfortless.
My solace offered in her sore distress;
I pointed to the Christ, the only power,
To cheer the heart bereft and comfortless.
And in my heart's great deep I pitied her,
Who, though bereft, could sympathetic be;
Our mutual tears were shed—I childless was—
And in her inmost soul she pitied me!
Who, though bereft, could sympathetic be;
Our mutual tears were shed—I childless was—
And in her inmost soul she pitied me!
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