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MY ANGEL BOY |
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a Thou, only tie that binds my soul
To earth and bids me live, Thou, only thought that comfort now
Or future hope can give, Thou, sole pride of my widowed heart,
Thou joy-beam to mine eye, Ah! must thou from thy mother part ?
I cannot see thee die, My angel boy, my angel boy,
I cannot see thee die. |
3 I meekly bow before thy throne,
O God, nor dare repine; For thou hast but recalled thine own,
He is no longer mine. Oh! if it be thy gracious will,
We soon shall meet on high, For me there's hope, there's comfort
The spirit cannot die, [still:—
My angel boy, my angel boy,
Thy spirit cannot die. |
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