I wish'd I could as freely fly.
But I can now contented be,
Can tell, dear babe, my griefs to thee.
And feel more brave, and breathe more free.
And when thy father frowns severe,
Although my spirit faints with fear,
I feel I have a comfort near.
And when he harshly speaks to me,
If thou art smiling on my knee,
He softens as he looks on thee.