Ah! Sorrowing Lady! In thy native land,
How many hearts with love encompass thee,
Nor only thee, but that fair radiant band
Of Sons and Daughters, who will ever be
Loved for thy sake, and His, whose name with thine,
In reverent recollection we enshrine!
May all the beauty of this smiling plain,
Of these grand hills, these forests dark and still,
The fragrant air,—bring health to thee again,
And nature’s holy calm thy spirit fill.
Within thy woodland home mayst thou find rest,
And blessing others, in thyself be blest.
And, as time travels on, may Heaven, that gave
Thee through thy years of anguish strength to live,
To live for others,—tender, patient, brave,—
Comfort to thee—Joy to thy loved ones give;
Children, and children’s children, year by year,
Gathering around thee, and more dear.