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234 FABER'S HYMNS.
I grudge him, and grudge him not! Father! Thou knowest
The foolish confusions of innocent sorrow; It is thus in Thy husbandry, Saviour ! Thou sowest
The grief of to-day for the grace of to-morrow.
Thou art blooming in Heaven, my Blossom, my Pride !
And thy beauty makes Jesus and Mary more glad : Saints' mothers have sung when their eldest-born died;
Oh why, my own saint! is thy mother so sad?
Go, go with thy God, with thy Saviour, my child!
Thou art His ; I am His; and thy sisters are His: But to-day thy fond mother with sorrow is wild, —
To think that her son is an angel in bliss!
Oh forgive me, dear Saviour! on Heaven's bright shore
Should I still in my child find a separate joy: While I lie in the light of Thy Face evermore,
May I think Heaven brighter because of my boy ?