| Show THE ABSENT MOTHER BY MRS BIBS it is the twilight hour the daylight toil is is done and the last rays are departing of the cold and wintry w antry sun it is is the time AN when hen friendship holds converse fair and free it is is the time A w lien hen children dance around the mothers knee but my soul is faint and heavy with a yearning sad and deep bi by r tle the fireside lone and dreary I 1 sit me dow doa n and weep w beep where are ye merry voices whose c clear ear and birdlike tone some so e other ear now blesses less anxious than mine own where are ye steps of lightness 1 which fell like blossom showers show era where are ye sounds of laughter that cheered the pleasant houis through the dim light slow declining where my wistful glances fall I 1 can see your picture hanging against the silent wall ahey gleam athwart the daic darkness ness with atti their sweet and changeless eyes but mute are ye my children no jo voice to mine mine replies where there are ye y e are you pla playing bearth ing by the strangers blazing hearth forgetting in in your gladness your I 1 our old homes lormer mirth are y e dancing are ye singing ing are ye full of ihil childish dish glo glee or do your light baarts sadden with the memory of me round bound aiom whom oh gentle darlings darling 1 do your young arms fondly twine avi me does she press you ou to her bosom who hath taken you from mire mine oh boys boy the twilight hour such i a heavy time hath grown it recalls with such deep anguish all I 1 used to call my own ahat the harshest word avord that ever was spoken to me there would be trivial would be welcome in this depth of my despair yet no I 1 despair shall sink not while life and love remain though 1 h the weary struggle haunt hau nt me and ll 11 11 my y prayers pra ers le be made in vain though at t times my spirit fail me and ana t the lie bi bitter ater teardrops tear drops fall though my lot be hard liar dand a dd lonely yet I 1 hope I 1 hope through all I 1 |
