Wide Earth can give no place of rest,
And for sorrow’s take it hath no ear,
But all woes plead with thy breast,
For it echoes e’en the silent tear.
Our hands to life’s hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!
And for sorrow’s take it hath no ear,
But all woes plead with thy breast,
For it echoes e’en the silent tear.
Our hands to life’s hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!
We are no longer desolate,
Though our sins have stricken us at heart;
Whom thou didst bear hath borne their weight,
And thou wert His partner in the smart.
Our hands life’s hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!
Though our sins have stricken us at heart;
Whom thou didst bear hath borne their weight,
And thou wert His partner in the smart.
Our hands life’s hard work are laid,
But our hearts are thine,
Sweet Mother-Maid!
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