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Inconsolable

Inconsolable
I hold him tight
Restless babe,
I walk by night
Passing ills
That make him cry
With mother’s arms
The troubles fly

Inconsolable,
You hold me tight
Your restless child,
You walk through the night
Passing afflictions
That make me cry
In my Father’s arms
The sorrows will fly.

 

ADW