Poems (Baldwyn)/To my Sister Mrs Egerton
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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.
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.
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.
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.
Above this world of care;
The Lord who took thy child above
Will join the parted there.
1856.