Between the gentle kine—

All safe from cold and danger—

'But it was not so with mine.

(With mine! With mine!)

'Is it well with the child, is it well?'

The waiting mother prayed.

'For I know not how he fell,

And I know not where he is laid.'

A Star stood forth in Heaven,

The watchers ran to see

The Sign of the Promise given—

'But there comes no sign to me.

(To me! To me!)

'My child died in the dark.

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Is it well with the child, is it well?

There was none to tend him or mark,

And I know not how he fell.'

The Cross was raised on high;

The Mother grieved beside—

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