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 Dear robin, with the tender heart,
 * I know how it is said

Your snowy bosom once became
 * A holy tint of red.

’Twas on the Saviour’s thorny crown
 * You bruised your dainty breast,

And unto you and Him I come
 * For comfort and for rest.

Lord! thou hast given me a child
 * And taken her away!

Behold me prostrate in the dust,
 * A mourner night and day.

My heart is empty and my soul
 * Rebellious in Thy sight—

Grant me the boon of perfect trust,
 * And lead me to the light.

Teach me that it was surely best
 * My one ewe lamb should go

Beyond the starry gems of night
 * And wilderness of woe.

Teach me that on some radiant shore,
 * Beyond th’ eternal main,

I shall behold her glorious eyes,
 * And clasp her form again!