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My child, the cold dews of evening are 'round thee, / Bereft of thy sight, / And dark lines of sorrow and trials surround thee / By day and by night.
To-day I am sitting so dreary and lonely, / Heart-sick and in pain, / And wishing 'twere Heaven's will I could only / Once see thee again.
If so, I could bear all the pain and the sorrow / Of life and its cares, / And not fill the hours of the coming to-morrow / With sighs and with tears.
Like you, many hopes of the future I cherished / When free from life's care, / Just so, all my brightest fond visions have perished / Like mists in the air.
I still hope that God in His merciful kindness / Thy sight will restore, / And permit thee when perfectly healed of thy blindness / To see us once more.
But restore thee or not, one hope I will cherish / At home and abroad, / That I may submit to my fate, though I perish, / And trust in my God.