My Darling Little Mary

By James Nack

When childhood shall have flown away,
And youth its bloom shall lend thee,
May all the bliss of childhood's day
And innocence attend thee;
Nor may a heart so pure and blest
For guilt or sorrow vary,
That now are strangers to thy breast,
My darling little Mary.

When beauty's glow is on thee thrown,
May it be thy endeavor
Not outward charms to win alone,
But those that perish never.
Since all the charms that meet the eye
Are not more bright than airy,
Be thine the charms that never die,
My darling little Mary.

On earth may Mary long repay
The fondness of a mother;
And from this world when called away
By death to seek another,
May angels her pure spirit bear
To bliss that cannot vary,
And may a mother welcome there
Her darling little Mary!