Upon the dappled curtain of the sky.
OUR DEAR ONES.
How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain;
We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain.
How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance;
What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance.
How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung;
We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young.