Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By I. “The child leans on its parent’s breast”Isaac Williams (1802–1865)
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Leaves there its cares, and is at rest;
The bird sits singing by his nest,
And tells aloud
His trust in God, and so is blest
’Neath every cloud.
Yet sings aloud, and doth not heed;
By flowing stream or grassy mead
He sings to shame
Men, who forget, in fear of need,
A Father’s name.
And feels as light as it had wings;
A well of peace within it springs;
Come good or ill,
Whate’er to-day, to-morrow brings,
It is His will!