They took the new-born baby-twin,
And sought to give it breath;
Yet all in vain, the quiv’ring heart
Soon silent lay in death.
It never knew an earthly care.
It never wept a tear.
Who would recall the innocent?
O who could wish it here!
Deep Slumber hushed it on her breast;
It sleeps beneath the sod.
We would not wake that guileless one,
That fair and folded bud.
The mother clasps the living twin
With a young mother’s love;
Yet even she would not recall
That sister babe above.
Dear Saviour, guard this little one,
Which Thou hast kindly given;
That she may meet the sister-saint;
Twin-angels, joined in Heaven.