Lucretia Maria Davidson - To My Dear Mother in Sickness

Lyrics

Hang not thy harp upon the willow; Mourn not a brighter, happier day: But touch the chord, and life's wild billow Will, shrinking, foam its shame away Then strike the chord and raise the strain Which brightens that dark clouded brow; O! beam one sunshine smile again And I'll forgive thy sadness now Though darkness, gloom, and doubt surround thee Thy bark, though frail, shall safely ride; The storm and whirlwind may rage round thee But thou wilt all their wrath abide Hang not thy harp upon the willow Which weeps o'er every passing wave; Though life is but a restless pillow There's calm and peace beyond the grave