And patience learned of mournful days,
And memories of the dead child’s ways. 15
His will be done, his will be done!
Who gave and took away my son,
In the ‘far land’ to shine and sing
Before the Beautiful, the King,
Who every day doth Christmas make, 20
All starred and belled for Charlie’s sake,
For Charlie’s sake I will arise;
I will anoint me where he lies,