Who soothed me—cheer’d me—loved me so—
O, this is agony!
My God! my God! I weep for them!
Yet ne’er will I repine;
O, help me, Father! those I loved,
In silence to resign!
Shall I, from thine all-bounteous hand,
Receive so sweet a boon,
And, when thou call’st them to thyself,
Not give thee back thine own?