In a world that knows no sorrow?
Where there shall be no more pain,
And no parting comes to-morrow?
Precious gift! love’s priceless dower—
Still our yearning hearts deplore thee,
Marking many a lonely hour,
Still, with tears, till Heaven restore thee.
Bright thy little life’s brief day,
With the rose and lily number’d;—
Waken, darling; rise and play;—