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RUTH AND NAOMI.
Turn my daughters, full of wo,
Is my heart so sad and lone?
Leave me children—I would go
To my loved and distant home.
Is my heart so sad and lone?
Leave me children—I would go
To my loved and distant home.
From my bosom death has torn
Husband, children, all my stay,
Left me not a single one,
For my life's declining day.
Husband, children, all my stay,
Left me not a single one,
For my life's declining day.
Want and wo surround my way,
Grief and famine where I tread;
In my native land they say
God is giving Jacob bread.
Grief and famine where I tread;
In my native land they say
God is giving Jacob bread.
Naomi ceased, her daughters wept,
Their yearning hearts were filled;
Falling upon her withered neck,
Their grief in tears distill'd.
Their yearning hearts were filled;
Falling upon her withered neck,
Their grief in tears distill'd.
Like rain upon a blighted tree,
The tears of Orpah fell;
Kissing the pale and quivering lip,
She breathed her sad farewell.
The tears of Orpah fell;
Kissing the pale and quivering lip,
She breathed her sad farewell.
