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some day.
Dumb the lips they long to hear,
Cold the hands they yearn to press,
All unmindful of the tear,
Heedless of the fond caress:
Oh! the anguish and the pain
Of those sad hearts who watch in vain.
Cold the hands they yearn to press,
All unmindful of the tear,
Heedless of the fond caress:
Oh! the anguish and the pain
Of those sad hearts who watch in vain.
Hark! is that a step I hear?
Baby claps her hands with glee,
Lisps the name to him so dear,—
"Dadda"—yes, 'tis he! 'tis he!
Ah! thank God! my watch is o'er,
Father's safe at home once more.
Baby claps her hands with glee,
Lisps the name to him so dear,—
"Dadda"—yes, 'tis he! 'tis he!
Ah! thank God! my watch is o'er,
Father's safe at home once more.
Some Day.
Some day, when our sight grows clearer,
We shall find the rugged road
We are treading now leads nearer
To the City of our God;
And we shall say,
At close of day,
'Tis well that we have come this way.
We shall find the rugged road
We are treading now leads nearer
To the City of our God;
And we shall say,
At close of day,
'Tis well that we have come this way.
