How could I bear that thou shouldst weep?
That the sad angel, Grief, should keep
The key to thy dear heart, or sweep
O’er thee her storm-clouds wild!
Oh! let me weep my tears alone!
Ne’er shall thy lips breathe sorrow’s moan,
My own, my angel child!
Then while my aching heart is riven,
I lift it weeping up to heaven,
Exulting that to thee is given