Poems (Baldwyn)/To my Sister Mrs Egerton
TO MY SISTER MRS. EGERTON,
ON THE DEATH OF HER LITTLE BOY.
Gentle mother, weep no more: Though thy sunshine here Is clouded o'er, thy child is gone To grace another sphere.
Gentle mother, hush thy sighs; Where holy angels sing, He joins the everlasting choir In praise to heaven's great king.
Gentle mother, lift thy heart To that bright world above; Soon shalt thou hence be call'd away, There rest thy heart in love.
Gentle mother, place thy hope Above this world of care; The Lord who took thy child above Will join the parted there.
1856.