Ah! My Child! (Ah mon fils)
S. Foster
Ah! my child! Ah! my child!
For thy poor mother
Didst thou then smother
All thy sweet dreams,
all thy sweet dreams of Bertha's love?
Ah! my child! Ah! my child!
Thou hast, alas! cast away,
for thy mother,
e'en more than life,
all the hopes that had warmed thy young heart.
Ah! my child! Ah! my child!
May gracious heaven,
may gracious heaven receive my suppliation!
Angels attend thee,
Spirit defend thee,
My child ever blessed ever blessed be thou!
every blessed in heaven,
blessed in heaven,
My child! My child!
Heavenly blessings be on thee!
Heavenly beneditions rest on thee, my child!
Blessings on thee!