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THE MOTHERLESS CHILD.
(Arabic.)
Take thy way to the grave,
Where lies thy lost and dear;
Lift up thy voice and cry—
Ah, if she could but hear!
Where lies thy lost and dear;
Lift up thy voice and cry—
Ah, if she could but hear!
Why hast thou gone to dwell
In that far land apart,
Whereto the valiantest
Go with a quaking heart?
In that far land apart,
Whereto the valiantest
Go with a quaking heart?
That place of lonesome shade
Is most unmeet for thee;
God's love be with thee there,
His pity be with me.
Is most unmeet for thee;
God's love be with thee there,
His pity be with me.
The little one thou hast left,
God pity her—for she
Knows not what she has lost;
And yet she weeps for thee.
God pity her—for she
Knows not what she has lost;
And yet she weeps for thee.
Those dear, sweet ways of thine
She misses make her weep;
We hush her all night long,
But the poor child cannot sleep.
She misses make her weep;
We hush her all night long,
But the poor child cannot sleep.
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When her crying in the night
Smites on my sleepless ears,
Straightway mine eyes are filled,
From the well of bitter tears.
Smites on my sleepless ears,
Straightway mine eyes are filled,
From the well of bitter tears.
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