There are sorrows, little children,
That you cannot understand,
As you watch our tears in wonder,
As you take us by the hand.
There are sorrows, little children,
You cannot bear them yet,
But you nestle close beside us,
And you help us to forget.
You comfort us, my darlings,
And yet you know not how;
You show us Heaven is near us,
Though our tears may blind us now.
There are little ones in Heaven,
Gone a little while before,
And they stand, to watch us coming,
Beside the golden door.
There are little ones in Heaven,
They are calling you and me,
When our hearts have grown forgetful,
And our feet would wayward be.
We can hear them, if we listen,
We may meet them all one day,
When our tears shall fall no longer,
And the shadows flee away!