And droop’d for many a day.
O, why didst thou droop and hang thy head,
Bereav’d and desolate one?
I know from thy loved and cherish’d flower,
’Twas hard to part so soon.
But knowest thou not she is far more safe
Than in thy sheltering arms?
For now she liveth in beauty bright,
And fears no sudden alarms.
O, knowest thou not that a heavenly Friend