He is always trying to do some good,
And always succeeding in what he tries.
The trials I trembled that he should bear,
His noble heart has accepted as such;
And I see they were sent with a tender care,
And never intended to be too much.
My heart is too full of its joy, I fear,
When he whispers in fond caressing tone—
'It was not my trials that won me, dear;
It was watching my darling bear her own.