  They took the new-born baby-twin, And sought to give it breath; Yet all in vain, the quiv’ring heart Soon silent lay in death. It never knew an earthly care. It never wept a tear. Who would recall the innocent? O who could wish it here! Deep Slumber hushed it on her breast; It sleeps beneath the sod. We would not wake that guileless one, That fair and folded bud. The mother clasps the living twin With a young mother’s love; Yet even she would not recall That sister babe above. Dear Saviour, guard this little one, Which Thou hast kindly given; That she may meet the sister-saint; Twin-angels, joined in Heaven. endpaper divider |
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