THE SICK CHILD'S LAMENT.
"Oh! mother, I am sorrowful;
There 's sadness in my heart;
I know not why it is, and yet
All day the tears will start.
There 's sadness in my heart;
I know not why it is, and yet
All day the tears will start.
"They tell me of a better land;—
O mother, is it so,
That they who reach those radiant shores,
No pain or sickness know?
O mother, is it so,
That they who reach those radiant shores,
No pain or sickness know?
"And, mother, in my sleep, last night.
There o'er my spirit fell
A strange sweet dream, I scarce know why,
But fain to thee would tell.
There o'er my spirit fell
A strange sweet dream, I scarce know why,
But fain to thee would tell.
