Cheer thee, cheer thee, child of God!
Trust in Heaven, and all is well;
Come the smile, or fall the rod,
Cheer thee, cheer thee, all is well!
The pensive song thus ended, all was still;
A warning voice had told of coming ill;
A big tear gather’d in the mother’s eye,
But ere it dropp’d, the father silently
Wiped it away, and kiss’d his wife’s pale cheek,
Though not a word could either parent speak.