The Blind Girl They say dear father that tonight You will wed another bride That you will take her in your arms Where my dear mother died They say her name was Mary too The name my mother bore But father is she kind and true Like the one you had before And are footsteps soft and low Her voice so sweet and mild And father will she love me too Your Blind and helpless child Oh father do not bid me come To meet your new made bride I could not greet her in the room Where my dear mother died Her picture hanging on the wall Her bible lying there And theres the harp her fingers touched And theres her vacant chair The chair by which I used to kneel To say my evening prayer Oh father do not bid me come I could not greet her there Now let me kneel down by your side And to the savior pray The Gods right hand may lead you both Over lifes long weary way And when Ive cried myself to sleep As now I often do Into my chamber softly creep My new Momma and you You bid her press a gentle kiss Upon my throbbing brow Just as my own mother did Why Papa your crying now The prayers were murmured and she said Im growing weary now he laid her gently on the bed And kissed her snow white brow and as he turned to leave the room One joyful cry was given He turned and saw her last sweet smile The blind child was in heaven by: James F. Taylor
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 18:29:04 +0000
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