WEEP NOT.
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FOR A SICK CHILD.
Weep not, O little one,
Though thou art very ill,
For thou art not alone
Thy woes to feel.
Each sigh of thine will heave
An anxious mother's breast;
Each accent of thy grief
Will break her rest.
Each tear that thou dost shed
Will cause her grief to flow:
Her heart, since thine doth bleed,
Is bleeding too.
One Hand alone can heal;
That hand is ever near:
O who can doubt His skill—
Or gracious care!
