How the world's great heart grows tender
When the pitiful tales are told,
And the shielding wings of a brooding love
The sad little orphans enfold.
Oh, well for the hearts that are loving,
And well for the helping hands,
That working at one with the angels,
Bind the earth with sympathy's bands.
When the pitiful tales are told,
And the shielding wings of a brooding love
The sad little orphans enfold.
Oh, well for the hearts that are loving,
And well for the helping hands,
That working at one with the angels,
Bind the earth with sympathy's bands.
Thus the wail of the wind-tossed billows,
Bears ever and ever the cry
Of these orphans mourning the fathers,
Who gallantly dare and die.
Let us share in the work of cheering,
Let us reach the helping hand,
To these little ones of our Father,
On their way to the heavenly land.
Bears ever and ever the cry
Of these orphans mourning the fathers,
Who gallantly dare and die.
Let us share in the work of cheering,
Let us reach the helping hand,
To these little ones of our Father,
On their way to the heavenly land.
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