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MOTHER'S LOVE.
"Remember thy Creator!"
These words were kindly given,
Even as a Father's hand, that leads
His little ones to heaven.
Ah, Minnie! closely hold His hand
As through life's path you roam:
Though rough and stormy be the way,
'Twill safely lead you home.
These words were kindly given,
Even as a Father's hand, that leads
His little ones to heaven.
Ah, Minnie! closely hold His hand
As through life's path you roam:
Though rough and stormy be the way,
'Twill safely lead you home.
And when they lay me by her side,
In the peaceful churchyard there,
And you sometimes gaze with tearful eyes
Upon this vacant chair,
These words, perchance, your lonely heart
Will soothe 'mid grief and pain;
Think darling we who loved you here
Will meet with you again.
In the peaceful churchyard there,
And you sometimes gaze with tearful eyes
Upon this vacant chair,
These words, perchance, your lonely heart
Will soothe 'mid grief and pain;
Think darling we who loved you here
Will meet with you again.
Good-night, my little Minnie!
You're weary now, I know;—
Yes, twine your arms around me,
And kiss me ere you go;
Then hie thee to thy chamber—-
Another day is gone;
Good-night, my precious Minnie!
God bless thee, little one!
You're weary now, I know;—
Yes, twine your arms around me,
And kiss me ere you go;
Then hie thee to thy chamber—-
Another day is gone;
Good-night, my precious Minnie!
God bless thee, little one!
Mother's Love.
A Popular Legend.
Faint and listless in its cradle
Lies the babe, nor sleeps a wink,
Will not bear to eat a morsel,
Will not ope its lips to drink.
Lies the babe, nor sleeps a wink,
Will not bear to eat a morsel,
Will not ope its lips to drink.
Ah! its mother is departed,
And the lips it loved are still,
Lips that sung it into slumber,
Numb the breast it seeks and chill.
And the lips it loved are still,
Lips that sung it into slumber,
Numb the breast it seeks and chill.
Yesterday the gloomy bearers
Carried forth her bier from home;
Now the unthinking weeper's finger
Beckons one who may not come.
Carried forth her bier from home;
Now the unthinking weeper's finger
Beckons one who may not come.