The Motherless Child

The zun'd a-zet back tother night,
  But in the zettèn pleäce
  The clouds, a-redden'd by his light,
  Still glow'd avore my feäce.
  An' I've a-lost my Meäry's smile,
  I thought; but still I have her chile,
  Zoo like her, that my eyes can treäce
  The mother's in her daughter's feäce.
  O little feäce so near to me,
  An' like thy mother's gone; why need I zay
  Sweet night cloud, wi' the glow o' my lost day,
  Thy looks be always dear to me.
  The zun'd a-zet another night;
  But, by the moon on high,
  He still did zend us back his light
  Below a cwolder sky.
  My Meäry's in a better land
  I thought, but still her chile's at hand,
  An' in her chile she'll zend me on
  Her love, though she herzelf's a-gone.
  O little chile so near to me,
  An' like thy mother gone; why need I zay,
  Sweet moon, the messenger vrom my lost day,
  Thy looks be always dear to me.