Thy heavy loss thou dost not know!
Thy mother's grief is frantic, wild,
For oh thy father moulders low!
"No more will he with kindly care,
Caress thee fondly in his arms;
His loving kiss thou canst not share,
Nor lisp to him thy vain alarms.
"Forgive me, God! I wished to die,
When thou my babe so sweetly smiled;—
For thee to live in hope I'll try,