MY DEAR BELOVED MOTHER

The rose that bloomedOn veranda side,Heard love’s sweet storyWhen first untied.These hearts traveledThrough the distant years,To join each otherIn their sighs and tears.

The rose that bloomedOn veranda side,Heard love’s sweet storyWhen first untied.

These hearts traveledThrough the distant years,To join each otherIn their sighs and tears.

Beside me walks an unseen faceThat guides me daily from place to place,And has love for me, like that of no other,This guide, tender guide, is my dear beloved mother.She goes with me through rain or shine,Like the fortunate leads the unfortunate blind,And when I am lonely for a sister or brother,There’s the cheering thoughts of my dear beloved mother.Of course she’s in the spirit land,But she walks with me daily hand in hand,And when I’m asleep she’s o’er my bed,That sin may go no farther.Now this teaches us of that mighty loveWe have in a dear beloved mother.

Beside me walks an unseen faceThat guides me daily from place to place,And has love for me, like that of no other,This guide, tender guide, is my dear beloved mother.

She goes with me through rain or shine,Like the fortunate leads the unfortunate blind,And when I am lonely for a sister or brother,There’s the cheering thoughts of my dear beloved mother.

Of course she’s in the spirit land,But she walks with me daily hand in hand,And when I’m asleep she’s o’er my bed,That sin may go no farther.Now this teaches us of that mighty loveWe have in a dear beloved mother.

Oh! mighty Savior,Cometh my last day,And the sound of the golden trumpetMy sins bloweth away.Glory to thy nameAs I breathe my last breath,Repenteth all whom love him now,Not at the door of death.Each and every momentHis name to me is allThose whom are standing by my dying bed,Remember the trumpet’s last call.

Oh! mighty Savior,Cometh my last day,And the sound of the golden trumpetMy sins bloweth away.

Glory to thy nameAs I breathe my last breath,Repenteth all whom love him now,Not at the door of death.

Each and every momentHis name to me is allThose whom are standing by my dying bed,Remember the trumpet’s last call.

I’ll sing a little songOf you dear one,’Twill be long as the dayAnd bright like the sunIf I dare.I’ll gather from the gardenThis big red roseTo kiss your cheeksWhile sweet breezes blowIf I dare.Your face is ne’er out of my dreamsDeep in my heart sweet memories bring,Oh! I will love you, dear, you only,Till death with bitterness bringIf I dare.My mind is with youThough my eyes are in tears,My heart is being piercedWith Cupid’s golden spear,But yet I’d returnIf I dare.

I’ll sing a little songOf you dear one,’Twill be long as the dayAnd bright like the sunIf I dare.

I’ll gather from the gardenThis big red roseTo kiss your cheeksWhile sweet breezes blowIf I dare.

Your face is ne’er out of my dreamsDeep in my heart sweet memories bring,Oh! I will love you, dear, you only,Till death with bitterness bringIf I dare.

My mind is with youThough my eyes are in tears,My heart is being piercedWith Cupid’s golden spear,But yet I’d returnIf I dare.

Oh! how sad with youWere my past,The present was sweetSo long as it lasts.

No one knows, and no one sees,No one gives my heart any ease,Just now.If I could speak to the one I loveMy heart would lose that feeling that makes me mourn like a dove,Just now.Once you shadowed me in my dreams,But that, too, is gone it really seems,Just now.The years are bringing my sorrow fastAnd my wakeful nights won’t come to their last,Just now.

No one knows, and no one sees,No one gives my heart any ease,Just now.

If I could speak to the one I loveMy heart would lose that feeling that makes me mourn like a dove,Just now.

Once you shadowed me in my dreams,But that, too, is gone it really seems,Just now.

The years are bringing my sorrow fastAnd my wakeful nights won’t come to their last,Just now.

The rose that spokeTo her dying soulIs the rose ne’er letOur love grow cold.With each breathShe’d sigh and say,This rose tells meThere’s a brighter day.And when that roseBegins to die,She’d kiss its petals,Then tenderly cry.

The rose that spokeTo her dying soulIs the rose ne’er letOur love grow cold.

With each breathShe’d sigh and say,This rose tells meThere’s a brighter day.

And when that roseBegins to die,She’d kiss its petals,Then tenderly cry.

If I only had a photoOf my happy daysTo hang on this wall of misery,That’s weakening my better ways.Oh! come, oh! gentle vision,Of long, long ago,And make that happy pictureThat I once use to know.Paint those beautiful eyes,That did always shineAnd liven my trembling lipsThat they taught to speak words unkind.Why my lips us to partWith a loving, tender smile,But those days are stolenThat meant me life worth while.

If I only had a photoOf my happy daysTo hang on this wall of misery,That’s weakening my better ways.

Oh! come, oh! gentle vision,Of long, long ago,And make that happy pictureThat I once use to know.

Paint those beautiful eyes,That did always shineAnd liven my trembling lipsThat they taught to speak words unkind.

Why my lips us to partWith a loving, tender smile,But those days are stolenThat meant me life worth while.

On a dark and stormy nightFar ahead shined a little light,It was a warningWith sorrow dawning,For the train that approached.Fastly into sightTowards the bridge that held ill fateThe flagman awakened but a moment to late,For there flowed through a madly streamLifting the bridge clear off its beam.All in a moment the engine ran out of steamAnd spying there ahead no light could be seen.Speaking to the fireman the engineer said,It’s a heavenly blessing our engine ran dead.

The birds are singingWhile nature is bringing,All of its beauty to show.The little wild flowersWith sunshine and showersAre the things that we love so.They gladden our heartsAnd strengthen our souls,Making life seem youngTo those growing old.There’s the beautiful buddingOf the dogwood trees,It’s a shaking and wakingFor the little honey bees.To let them knowThat nature brought backWith a whole summer’s sweetnessIn her blossoms its packed.

The birds are singingWhile nature is bringing,All of its beauty to show.The little wild flowersWith sunshine and showersAre the things that we love so.

They gladden our heartsAnd strengthen our souls,Making life seem youngTo those growing old.

There’s the beautiful buddingOf the dogwood trees,It’s a shaking and wakingFor the little honey bees.

To let them knowThat nature brought backWith a whole summer’s sweetnessIn her blossoms its packed.

Oh! heavenly Father,To our souls give mirth,Let dwell with us no evil spiritWhile on this sinful earth.Strengthen our weak and humble minds,Through our hearts let righteousness flow,Keep us away from worldly things,For when Thou call we’re sure to go.

A humble but ambitious poetThat writes on the beauties of life,Is brilliantly guided onwardsBy the love of his dear sweet wife.In each and every thoughtShe is truly his golden pier.She leads him on to untold successWhere he enjoys a brighter career.Into a garden of rosesWhere soft breezes blow,There she’s always near himTo let his sweeter thoughts flow.To her he gathers and givesA beautiful big pink rose,To show that his love’s still burning,And for her it could ne’er repose.And when he awakens out of his dreamsThere is music to her ears,For all the poems that he writesHe reads to his wifey dear.

A humble but ambitious poetThat writes on the beauties of life,Is brilliantly guided onwardsBy the love of his dear sweet wife.

In each and every thoughtShe is truly his golden pier.She leads him on to untold successWhere he enjoys a brighter career.

Into a garden of rosesWhere soft breezes blow,There she’s always near himTo let his sweeter thoughts flow.

To her he gathers and givesA beautiful big pink rose,To show that his love’s still burning,And for her it could ne’er repose.

And when he awakens out of his dreamsThere is music to her ears,For all the poems that he writesHe reads to his wifey dear.

On comes springWith its loving breezeSoon there’s the buddingOf the flowers and trees.How my heart swellsWhen they begin to peep,For I know they’re backFrom their long winter’s sleep.

On comes springWith its loving breezeSoon there’s the buddingOf the flowers and trees.

How my heart swellsWhen they begin to peep,For I know they’re backFrom their long winter’s sleep.

As I sit and dreamOn the water side,My mind is travelingLike the high rolling tide.No matter how fastOr where it goesWith it my thoughtsOf my Ruby Montrose.No matter how darkAnd stormy the night,My mind still wandersBy my strong lovelightHolding a secretThat nobody knows,And guided by the thoughtOf my Ruby Montrose.

As I sit and dreamOn the water side,My mind is travelingLike the high rolling tide.No matter how fastOr where it goesWith it my thoughtsOf my Ruby Montrose.

No matter how darkAnd stormy the night,My mind still wandersBy my strong lovelightHolding a secretThat nobody knows,And guided by the thoughtOf my Ruby Montrose.

Now I’ve gained her love renown,The world will smile and cease to frown.The summer breeze that always blowsWill refreshen the love of my Ruby Montrose.I ne’er grow tired of the words I write,They are my soul and my heart’s delight.They hold more sweetness than any flower that grows,For in them’s the thought of my Ruby Montrose.

When beauty fades awayUgly approaches soon,But when ugly fades awayOur place is lost beneath the moon.

Close not thy doorTo the blessing of God,Just e’er be humbleAnd spare the rod.And when you see a friendDownhearted and coldLonging for the warmthOf a spirited soul,Just open the heart.Though it may seem odd,But to you will come the blessingsOf our own God.No link or links tighter tiesThan those that are blending to the human lives,Quote this to memory to have and to hold,And liven up the spirit when you’re grown old,And when on earth you’re doneThen you can rest beneath the sod,For your door was always openTo the blessings of God.

Down on the southern plantation,From sixty-one on backOur forefathers were shackled in slavery,And lived in huts and shacks,But this shows they’re loyalHum, a negro as you glance,But their grandsons are answering the roll callSomewhere in France.

Before the fire at nightWhen all was quite still,I had nature’s sweetest dream,And its beautiful old green hills.Oh! that lovely photo,That appeared in the little blue blazeShowed summer with all its beautyAnd how the cattle used to graze.Then came a sigh,Though followed by a smile,For the summer’s balmy breezeMade me feel like a child.But dashed against the windowThe chilly howling windsThat takes my vision in a snowdriftAnd how my heart does pine.

Before the fire at nightWhen all was quite still,I had nature’s sweetest dream,And its beautiful old green hills.

Oh! that lovely photo,That appeared in the little blue blazeShowed summer with all its beautyAnd how the cattle used to graze.

Then came a sigh,Though followed by a smile,For the summer’s balmy breezeMade me feel like a child.

But dashed against the windowThe chilly howling windsThat takes my vision in a snowdriftAnd how my heart does pine.

There’s a vision of your well known face,Shining like my love that’s gone to waste.I see your smiles as natural now,And the way I loved you, for you taught me how.Now I’m in a path that usually leadsDown to degradation.My poor heart bleedsWhen I think of our separation.

Our hearts have metOn the battlefield of love,Cupid is our generalIn his aeroplane above.But my poor heart’sCrying for peace,My love for youCould ne’er decease.And if fate guides the battleSo our hearts doesn’t blend,Just picture how sadWill be the end.

Our hearts have metOn the battlefield of love,Cupid is our generalIn his aeroplane above.

But my poor heart’sCrying for peace,My love for youCould ne’er decease.

And if fate guides the battleSo our hearts doesn’t blend,Just picture how sadWill be the end.

Just a tender missive dearAs the days are drifting by,And oh! I see your smiling faceWhen e’er I look into the sky.

Smiles always gladden my heartAs the years come and go;And should I be the longest liverThey’ll ne’er be buried beneath the snow.

One day of sorrowTo a brilliant and happy mindTears down its concrete thoughtsTo sail the ocean of brine.

The winds howled o’erThe dashing sea,The ship was founderedAt half past three.The captain yelled,Life boats lowered!There was a noiseLike a cannon roar,’Twas the boilers burst below.Then said the captainBrave but slow,It’s too late, boys,We all must go.

By the walk way grewSpring’s Easter lilyWet with the morning dew,But with love I gave to Billy.Now there is your petals nice and yellowAnd rich as the dripping of gold.So why are you lonely, little fellow,You’ve won me, heart and soul.Would you love to be a little presentAnd one that isn’t sillyTo the sweetest little pheasantMy dearest, darling Billy.

By the walk way grewSpring’s Easter lilyWet with the morning dew,But with love I gave to Billy.

Now there is your petals nice and yellowAnd rich as the dripping of gold.So why are you lonely, little fellow,You’ve won me, heart and soul.

Would you love to be a little presentAnd one that isn’t sillyTo the sweetest little pheasantMy dearest, darling Billy.

Anchored deep in mid oceanAre my ship of thoughts,I should sail out and get them,That’s just what I ought.For once they run smoothWith calmness of the sea,Bringing all of love’s beautyBack home to me.In a mad rushing storm,But she would stand as brave,When each flash of lightningShowed the depth of her grave.There’s no lighthouseTo guide her in,Nor to raise her anchorFrom the wages of sin.

Anchored deep in mid oceanAre my ship of thoughts,I should sail out and get them,That’s just what I ought.

For once they run smoothWith calmness of the sea,Bringing all of love’s beautyBack home to me.

In a mad rushing storm,But she would stand as brave,When each flash of lightningShowed the depth of her grave.

There’s no lighthouseTo guide her in,Nor to raise her anchorFrom the wages of sin.

A darling little maidenSo sweet, so fair,With tiny dimplesAnd beauty so rare,But I wonder if goodness knowsIf she e’er could repose.From the sweet loving mannerShe gave me this rose,Now this tiny little budSeems to whisper in my ear,Saying hearts of hearts with tendernessTo one another are dear.

A darling little maidenSo sweet, so fair,With tiny dimplesAnd beauty so rare,But I wonder if goodness knowsIf she e’er could repose.

From the sweet loving mannerShe gave me this rose,Now this tiny little budSeems to whisper in my ear,Saying hearts of hearts with tendernessTo one another are dear.

I was lost in the valleyAll veiled with fog,Back o’er the hillWas a howl of a dog.He was doing his bitIn trying to keep peace,For his dear old masterHad just deceased.In that old cabinWas a dear little child;The wolves rushed aroundMadly and wild.On came the morn,But I’d grown pale.The sun came up andRemoved the veil.Then I jogged alongO’er the bumpy ground,I stopped at this cabinAnd there I foundA wonderful baby!With eyes so bright’Twould light the wayThrough the darkest night.From under the bedCame a grunt of a hog,I knelt and found’Twas that little dog.

We are all created by our Father aboveAnd one’s no better than the otherWhen we keepeth His command.

Raifield, yo aks like a ole time barhRound heah a studen al in despah;No Ise humin tu de air.Stah clean awafum dat pot uv mine,Caus when dah’s wok yo’s hard tu find.Well, sur; ef he ain’t eten my pie I du declah,I ges yo call dat a humin tu de air.Yes, I members de uder dahWhen Lindy Jones wus don dis wahAn yo all had a powful lot tu say,Caus I no’s she am purty an mity fair,But yo’ll lose yo home ef dats humin tu de air.Now I want yo tu tucker an lef me go,An don’t yo nebber cros my doah.Yawll goner make one hungry pairCaus yo can’t make a libben humin tu de air.

Now I sit and look in spaceMy brightest hopes has gone to waste,The rose of my dreamsWon’t bloom it seemsWhile my mind’s anchored deepIn my thoughts of you.No one knows how my heart does ache,No one sees my nights of wake.The moon is hidden behind the clouds,The stars peep through an all dark shroudIn my thoughts of you.

Now I sit and look in spaceMy brightest hopes has gone to waste,The rose of my dreamsWon’t bloom it seemsWhile my mind’s anchored deepIn my thoughts of you.

No one knows how my heart does ache,No one sees my nights of wake.The moon is hidden behind the clouds,The stars peep through an all dark shroudIn my thoughts of you.

Fate had lost my treasureIn the valley of dehuby,Time led on and there I foundMy dearest, darling Ruby.All my days I hunted in vainThrough ice, sleet, snow and rain.And on the darkest day,This was my pay,My dearest, darling Ruby.Only death can part us dear,If away a moment it seems like a year,Life for me would ne’er be bright,The stars would fail to shine at nightWithout my dearest, darling, Ruby.

Here’s the rose, that bloomed in the spring,There’s its petals flying.Here’s my heart, that wants your love,There like that flower, it is dying.Here’s to a day, and its sunshine,There to east is a cloud,There in a moment, it could hide the sun,Here all nature’s heads, will be bowed.Here’s my thoughts of yesterday,There’s my thoughts of tomorrow,Here the ladder shows a brightness,There goes sorrow.

Here’s the rose, that bloomed in the spring,There’s its petals flying.Here’s my heart, that wants your love,There like that flower, it is dying.

Here’s to a day, and its sunshine,There to east is a cloud,There in a moment, it could hide the sun,Here all nature’s heads, will be bowed.

Here’s my thoughts of yesterday,There’s my thoughts of tomorrow,Here the ladder shows a brightness,There goes sorrow.

Look on bothThe bright and dark side of lifeAnd there your faults may be found.

In looking way aheadInto the distant timeSo beautiful is my thoughtsIf I can make them rhyme.Long beside the roadIs a bungalow for two,In my wonderful vision’Twas built for me and you.My heart was the hammer,My soul clinched the nails,’Twas finished with my loveTo withstand the on coming gale.

In looking way aheadInto the distant timeSo beautiful is my thoughtsIf I can make them rhyme.

Long beside the roadIs a bungalow for two,In my wonderful vision’Twas built for me and you.

My heart was the hammer,My soul clinched the nails,’Twas finished with my loveTo withstand the on coming gale.

How sad was this Christmas,Though for some ’twas a happy day,But mourns a mother and fatherFor their darling Edna May.But she’s gone on into gloryTo soar the golden way,She knows no sorrow like mother and fatherFor their darling Edna May.Though on and on through the distant years,When mother and father are old and gray,Christmas brings saddest memoriesOf their darling Edna May.

How sad was this Christmas,Though for some ’twas a happy day,But mourns a mother and fatherFor their darling Edna May.

But she’s gone on into gloryTo soar the golden way,She knows no sorrow like mother and fatherFor their darling Edna May.

Though on and on through the distant years,When mother and father are old and gray,Christmas brings saddest memoriesOf their darling Edna May.

Oh! how niceWhen the sun is shining bright,To take a long walkWhile breezes blow light.It revives your soul,Your heart is gayStrolling the roadOf life’s pretty way.You’ll walk on the grassSo beautiful and green,And gone art your memoriesOf the past winter’s scene.You’ll enjoy all the loveIn this bright summer’s day,Wandering the roadOf life’s pretty way.

Oh! how niceWhen the sun is shining bright,To take a long walkWhile breezes blow light.

It revives your soul,Your heart is gayStrolling the roadOf life’s pretty way.

You’ll walk on the grassSo beautiful and green,And gone art your memoriesOf the past winter’s scene.

You’ll enjoy all the loveIn this bright summer’s day,Wandering the roadOf life’s pretty way.

Ladies an gentlems, fello citisans, it behooves me wid de mostest ux tudigradTo stood be fo sich coteligent audance, dat it makes me base my talk, downAround John’s tato-pach about de third or de fouf hill, am, am, am.We am interin de war at de mos critical time,And I want all yo colored citisans tu fall rite in line,Don’t bother den slackers cause yo nearins’ dangers do,Dis am de only country dat any uv us know.Stah wah dem Germans cause dah puts foolness in yo head,Gis reach up an kiss O Glorie an wish de Kaiser am dead.

I thought I’d forgotten you, dearie,But you returned in my golden dream.The distant years faded you in person,But again you’re fresh in memory it seems.Just like the rose wants morning dew,That’s how my dream makes me want you.Cruel fate and time has drifted us apart,I smile on the world, but no one knows my heart.Oh! let me dream both night and day,That I may dream my sorrows awayInto a land of passing breezeTo give my heart one moment’s ease.

I thought I’d forgotten you, dearie,But you returned in my golden dream.The distant years faded you in person,But again you’re fresh in memory it seems.

Just like the rose wants morning dew,That’s how my dream makes me want you.Cruel fate and time has drifted us apart,I smile on the world, but no one knows my heart.

Oh! let me dream both night and day,That I may dream my sorrows awayInto a land of passing breezeTo give my heart one moment’s ease.

Lowered deep was the anchorAs the waves rolled high,With thought of loved onesBetween each sigh.This was their mindsAs they gazed into the sky,Making peace with their Savior,For they knew they had to die.Have mercy on us, Lord, as we pray to TheeSave us as we’re descending down,Let us go not, without the holy ground.

Glad hearts oftenThrough broken hearts ring,To teach the voiceA little song to sing.

From behind the cloudsPeeps the golden sun,To kiss the rose,Because the day is done.

Oh! my lovely walk,Down love’s shady way,The birds soft, sweet singingAdds beauty to the day.

Have you ever stopped to think, my friend,Of your simple life from beginning to end.It pays us now to pull with strifeFor youth comes but once in life.There’s two paths up and down the hillTo seek one or the other is your own free will.

The moment I sawYour dear sweet face,Cupid with its arrowTook its place.

Be not discouraged over life’s hard struggle,Have brighter thoughts and discouragement shrugs.

Love is a link, a connector of hearts,Allow no one to tear it apart.It’s a food for heart, soul and mind,True love is ever blind.

Train your children manners and behaviorWhile around the cradle they creep,Then good tidings will ever follow themAfter you sleep in the deep.

On yonder hill sits a geniusIn heaven’s guiding hand,That pours his thoughts just as he writesHis power is God not man.

When the heart is crippledAnd the soul cannot be raised,Just think of dear old motherThat’s the spark that lights the blaze.

Just a word of consolationWhile I dream night and day,Will help me climb the ladder of fameThough the top is far away.

My heart at times loses a beat,But the trouble will ne’er be known,For I have that much mother witEach tub has a bottom of its own.

It’s easy to be good in life,But hard to be faultless.

Good thoughts on the mindShould lie deep in the heart.

So bountifully in, flows the word keep peace.Dare not e’er to intrude.

A man who smiles through the deepest of sorrowTo his own heart adds a value untold.

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