Inly I dare to pray,
And with it brim his cup of joy—
God bless my Dear to-day!
WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN.
SO many things there might have been,
Had our dear child not died.
We count them up and call them o’er,
Inly I dare to pray,
And with it brim his cup of joy—
God bless my Dear to-day!
SO many things there might have been,
Had our dear child not died.
We count them up and call them o’er,