  How tender we are of our dear ones, we never can smile at their pain; We never can laugh when they sorrow, we never can love them in vain. How careful we are of our dear ones, what sympathy wakes at a glance; What happiness waits on their presence to ev'ry new blessing enhance. How patient we are with our dear ones, though hearts may with anguish be wrung; We ever are one with their sadness, no matter how timid or young. How gentle we are with our dear ones when swiftly the tide rushes by; How ready to share in each trouble, how ready to echo each sigh. How loving we are with our dear ones, ambitious to lighten the cross; More anxious to carry the burden, the greater the pain and the loss. How pleasant we are with our dear ones, how gladly with them we rejoice; |
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