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THE FRIENDLESS ORPHAN GIRL.
WORDS TO AN OLD IRISH MELODY.
From slumbers that cheer not, with dawn's blush upspringing
Woe-worn, I wander o'er mountain and plain,
And hear parent birds to their little ones singing
Songs of affection in that touching strain,
From others
Than mothers
We seek for in vain!
There's many a tie
The world may supply,
But oh! there's no other
The loss of a mother,—
Oh, none!
Not one!
Woe-worn, I wander o'er mountain and plain,
And hear parent birds to their little ones singing
Songs of affection in that touching strain,
From others
Than mothers
We seek for in vain!
There's many a tie
The world may supply,
But oh! there's no other
The loss of a mother,—
Oh, none!
Not one!
But scenes of endearment which round me are thronging,
Bitterly teach me how much I'm alone!
A parent's fond care to all beings belonging—
Tenderness ever in infancy shown
To others
By mothers
I never have known!
There's many a tie
The world might supply,
But oh! there's no other
The loss of a mother,—
Oh, none!
Not one!
Bitterly teach me how much I'm alone!
A parent's fond care to all beings belonging—
Tenderness ever in infancy shown
To others
By mothers
I never have known!
There's many a tie
The world might supply,
But oh! there's no other
The loss of a mother,—
Oh, none!
Not one!
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