LITTLE WILLIE.
Attend, gentle children, to you I will tell
The story of one whom you knew and loved well;
'T is not long since his voice 'mid the gayest was heard,
Warbling forth gentle strains like some sweet forest bird.
The story of one whom you knew and loved well;
'T is not long since his voice 'mid the gayest was heard,
Warbling forth gentle strains like some sweet forest bird.
But that soft voice is hushed, and that bright eye of blue
Has closed on the things all so dark and untrue,
On the waves of the world he will never be tossed,
Then why should you weep for the loved and the lost?
Has closed on the things all so dark and untrue,
On the waves of the world he will never be tossed,
Then why should you weep for the loved and the lost?
Then list, O ye parents! say, can you not hear
The voice of your loved one, in strains soft and clear?
Even now he is singing his sweet lay of love,
With the saints and the angels in triumph above.
The voice of your loved one, in strains soft and clear?
Even now he is singing his sweet lay of love,
With the saints and the angels in triumph above.
