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Show I Am Thinking of My Mother. I nm thinking of in mother, And n Rill n I am n rlillil. An meniorv lirlmtn bofore mo a Tho siimnltie of her mnlle. And the soft molmliou echoes Of her sweet nnsHIc olco Still linger nil nround me And liid me to rejoice; 1 ; I And often. In m Nions 1 nee Iter lorin afar. Her lovtil ee lirlhtl gleaming l'rom some unclouded star. ' I am thinking of mi tnotlicr. And, though the nrcless throng Whose onl god Is pleasure. May King their vlren song, 1 Yet mv mother gentle teachings, fl&i Which mi childhood's tmiioni bore, f On my heait are still engraven, 1 r Though she Is now no more; 7 And my eveiy thought growi brighter, As un Infants slnleis bruw. I As n whispering spirit telH me She Is gazing: on me nun. J itm thinking of my mother. And ever thought doth roll Like n cool. refreshing wave, Through the desert ot my soul; And the memories that thev bring me Of the bright and happy past, Steal many u drop of sorrow That In my cup Is cast. And hope with gentle accents. Speaks softly In my ear. That with Uod and the angels I shall see my mother dear. |