The Linnet (1819, Falkirk)/The Sorrowful Mother
The Sorrowful Mother.
Sleep on, my sweet babie, may nothing distress thee,May sorrow like mine be a stranger to thee:Thy father no more shall with rapture caress thee,No more will behold his sweet babie and me.Soft soft be thy rest thou companion of sorrow,The morning of life it looks gloomy on thee:Thy father has fallen in the lowlands of Holland,He sleeps far remote from his babie and me.
Thy father is fallen, our stay and protector,And with thee, my babie, and where shall I flee?The world. I'm afraid. will sadly neglect us.They feel not the wants of my babie and me.Dear image of him who has left me forever,The last beam of comfort allotted for me:Thro' clouds of distress shine forth on thy mother,And cheer with a smile, her who lives but for thee.