Fare thee well, our fondly cherished!
Dear, dear blossom, fare thee well!
He who lent thee hath recalled thee,
Back with Him and His to dwell.
Like a sunbeam through our dwelling
Shone thy presence, bright and calm;
Thou didst add a zest to pleasure;
To our sorrows thou wast balm.
Yet while mourning, O our lost one,
Come no visions of despair!
Seated on thy tomb, Faith’s angel
Saith, thou art not, art not there.
Where, then, art thou? with the Saviour,
Blest, forever blest, to be;
’Mid the sinless little children
Who have heard his “Come to me.”
Passed the shades of death’s dark valley,
Thou art leaning on his breast,
Where the wicked may not enter,
And the weary are at rest.
Plead, that in a Father’s mercy
All our sins may be forgiven;
Angel! plead, that thou may’st greet us,
Ransomed, at the gates of heaven.
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #411
First Line: | Fare thee well, our fondly cherished |
Author: | David M. Moir |
Copyright: | Public Domain |
Fare thee well, our last and fairest. D. M. Moir. [Death of a Child.] This poem was written by Moir in March 1838, on the death of his son, William Blackwood Moir, who died in the previous February, aged 15 months. It was included in his Domestic Verses, 1843, in 12 stanzas of 8 lines, and again in his Poetical Works, 1852 (2nd ed., 1860, vol. i.p. 114), and headed "Wee Willie." In the American Unitarian Hymns for the Church of Christ, Boston, 1853, a cento from this poem was given in 6 stanzas of 4 lines as "Fare thee well, thou fondly cherished." It is also found in later collections.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, Appendix, Part II (1907)