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Show I MY MOTHER. By Rev. Wm. P. Kelly.) When the bright sun. his couch forsakln?. Lightens the eastern sky. And nature, from repose awaking. Mows to her God on high: "When dusky shadows falling slowly The coming night foreteil. Some spirit-voice seems breathing lowly That name I love so well My mother. Thre is a depth of fueling dwelling Within that cherished name. There is a melofly excelling The sweetest song of fame: All other words seem cold and cheerless N'o charm their music wakes. "When on the ear. in beauty peerless. That name endearing breaks My mother. There is a face my vision haunting! Where'er I turn my eyes. There, is a voice sweet legends chantinif Of love that never dies; At morn, at noon, at even, ever That visage haunts my view. Nor distant land, nor time can sever The bonds that bind me to My mother. There is a love my bosom thrilling Whene'er that form draws nigh; There are sweet thoughts my spirit fillfTk That check my sorrow's sigh Not till my frame in death shall perish. And lifeless lie and cold. Shall mv fond heart desist to cherish With all its love of old My mother. Oft in my lonely moments musing i O'er scenes of by-gone days. Each hallowed memory persuing That greets my pensive gaze. A silent tear uprising slowly Heiiims my misty view. And wakes a dreaming pure and hoTj' A dreaming pure of you, " J My mother. A? ;d as I dream, a voice endearing J Kali on my listening ear, ? Calming my lonely sorrow's fearing j frying my sadness' tear. J Till my fond heart in joy returning Crosses Time's restless sea. J And with its childhood's passion burning I Turns once as-ain to thee, j . My mother. j Wake then, my heart, thy sweetest num- I i bers A mother's name to prai?e: Bid the deep love that in thee slumbers To breathe its choicest lays: Mother, I'll bid the zephyrs fleeing Bear on their pinions free. Upon tonight, a joyous greeting, i A greeting sweet, to thee. My mother. |