text:  God keep thee and be merciful! His strength is with the weak; Through babes and sucklings the Most High Hath oft vouchsafed to speak-- And speaketh now--"Oh mother dear!" Murmurs the little child; And there is trouble in its eyes Those large blue eyes so mild-- "Oh mother dear! they say that soon When here I seek for thee I shall not find thee--nor out there Under the old oak-tree; "Nor up stairs in the nursery Nor any where they say