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the sick child's lament.
"They led us to a lofty throne,
Of ivory and gold:—
But, ah! the beauty of that place
Must still be all untold;
Of ivory and gold:—
But, ah! the beauty of that place
Must still be all untold;
"For could my childish lips assume
An angel's heavenly tone,
Fruitless and vain my words would prove,
And useless be the loan.
An angel's heavenly tone,
Fruitless and vain my words would prove,
And useless be the loan.
"Then wonder not I 'm sorrowful,
And have been so all day;
For though I love my own dear home,
I fain would always stay
And have been so all day;
For though I love my own dear home,
I fain would always stay
"Amid those scenes so beautiful,
So gladdening to the eye:
But, ere I reach that lofty home,
Dear mother, I must die."
So gladdening to the eye:
But, ere I reach that lofty home,
Dear mother, I must die."
The mother's cheek grew deadly pale,
Her eyes were filled with tears,
She placed her hand upon her heart,
As stifling all her fears;
Her eyes were filled with tears,
She placed her hand upon her heart,
As stifling all her fears;
