O! Call my brother back to me
I can not play alone
The summer comes with flow'r and bee
Where is my brother gone
Oh! Where is my brother gone?
The butterfly is glancing bright
Across the sun beam's track
I care not now to chase it's flight
Oh! Call my brother back
Oh call my brother oh call my brother
He would not hear my voice, fair Child
He may not come to thee
The face that once like springtime smiled
On earth no more shal't see
A roses brief bright life of joy
Such unto him was given
Go! Thou must play alone, my boy
Thy brother is in Heaven
And has he left his birds and flowers?
And must I call in vain?
And through the long, long summer hours
Will he not come again?
And by the brook and in the glade
Are all our wand'rings o'er?
Oh! While my brother with me played
Would I had loved him more!
Would I have loved him more!
Browne, Miss, "Child's First Grief" (1831). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 513.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.