His few sad days of guiltless pain

His few sad days of guiltless pain
Are all irrevocably gone,
Escaped from earth without a stain.
My heart's desire, my darling son,
Hath first attain'd his endless rest,
Hath reach'd his heavenly Father's breast.

And shall I for his bliss repine,
And shall I for his absence grieve?
Or rather bless the choice Divine,
With awful joy and thanks receive
The period of my countless cares.
The answer of my thousand prayers!

My prayers are seal'd, my child is fled.
Is safe on that eternal shore:
No longer I his dangers dread.
The poisonous world's bewitching power.
The charms of sin, the tempter's art,
The fondness of a parent's heart.

No more my eyes with tears o'erflow.
No more in deep distress I pray,
"Ah! save my child from endless woe,
Ah! take him from the evil day,
Nor let the ma?i his God deny.
Nor let him live to sin, and die."

Who fill'd me with those jealous fears,
Who arm'd my heart with sad mistrust,
The God of love hath seen my tears,
And never caji the child be lost.
Whom God hath found, and claim'd for His,
And snatch'd to everlasting bliss.