THE WAIL OF THE CORNISH MOTHER.
o"They say 'tis sin to sorrow, That what God doth is best: But 'tis only a month to-morrow I buried it from my breast. "I know it should be a pleasure % Your child to God to Bend; But mine was a precious treasure To mo and my poor friend. "I"thought it would call me 'Mother' The very first word it said; O! I never can love another Like the blessed babe that's dead. " Well, God is its own dear Father, It was carried to church and blessed; And our Saviour's arms will gather Such children to their rest. " I shall make my best endeavor, That my sins may be forgiven; I will serve God more than ever, To meet my. child in Heaven. "I will check this foolish sorrow, For what God doth is best; But O! 'tis a, month—a month to-morrow I buried it from my breast." E. S. Hawkbb.
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Evening Star, Issue 12473, 7 April 1905, Page 8
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