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Show WHEN MOTHER DIED. That for ho many years had tot d '' u t Were foldei 'cross her cold anl .1 ten t W And on her brow where ruthless care naa Deep f an1 it nand or uel Time Mad left his twees. Renttjr M'b The silver sprinkled locks. We closed toe Those'p-.md lips from when,. oft had come The words of love and wisdom we so soon for ThosocLring words we now would gladly , Those mild blue eyea that watched Our erring footsteps (or long weary jcars Till we were grown, would never see Till she, dear soul, beheld luH-.avea herOofl. Our loss indeed was great; but yet wo W But naughtof what the wide, wide world would be Without her. Home and all the name of home Implies, . . That day was borne upon her sombre bier Forever 'cross the threshold of our door, And life seenrd but idrwiry blank to me-Ambltiongone me-Ambltiongone and cr:iel. black Despair Confronted mo at every turn I mode. The rattling clods of dirt that rudely fell That day above my mother's coffin lid, , Such awful harsh and grating echoes had That Hope had quickly died and only left Its frightful skeleton ; and from it came But Jeering hollow worlds of mockery. But mother bravely tattled with the world For half a century. And struggled hard With many cares that I cau never know, And faltered not; but ever on and up. Led by that hand invisible that guides The faithful ones o'er life's stormy ways, She gained at last a haven of sweet rest. Then taking heart again I brushed away The cares and troubles of a life alone, Aud felt within me that by mother's death A home in heaven will be tho brighter now, For in that vast and glorious multitude Oue face will far outshine them all to me, And thore with welcome outstretched arms will stand My angel mother to receive her boy. |