Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight?

They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity.

Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.

Curses are like young chickens, they always come home to roost.

There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys of our heart Come never back again!

You have lost a child, a dear, dear child. I have lost the only earthly object of my affection.... I have now one request to make,... deny me not. Afford me th…

Until you have lost a child, you don't know what it is. Parents are supposed to die first. When your child is gone before you for an abnormal reason, it create…