TO MY MOTHER.
Written after reading the following sentence in one of her letters to Mr. Dana, received by Mrs. D. after his death:—“Come to us, my dear children, as soon as you can.”
Dear Mother! dear Mother!wecannot come now,I fly to your armsalone;Shall I find a soft nest in your dear tender breast,For the poor, lonely, heart-stricken one?Dear Mother! dear Mother! the grave it is cold;Yet there are my loved ones laid;How sweet would it be, if I thought not of thee,There to cool my poor feverish head!Dear Mother! dear Mother! I long to die,For my treasures are laid in heaven;My husband is there, and my boy is there,And my brothers and sisters seven!Dear Mother! dear Mother! I’ll live for thee;God help me to journey home!There is always rest on a mother’s fond breast;I come, dearest Mother, I come!
Dear Mother! dear Mother!wecannot come now,I fly to your armsalone;Shall I find a soft nest in your dear tender breast,For the poor, lonely, heart-stricken one?Dear Mother! dear Mother! the grave it is cold;Yet there are my loved ones laid;How sweet would it be, if I thought not of thee,There to cool my poor feverish head!Dear Mother! dear Mother! I long to die,For my treasures are laid in heaven;My husband is there, and my boy is there,And my brothers and sisters seven!Dear Mother! dear Mother! I’ll live for thee;God help me to journey home!There is always rest on a mother’s fond breast;I come, dearest Mother, I come!
Dear Mother! dear Mother!wecannot come now,I fly to your armsalone;Shall I find a soft nest in your dear tender breast,For the poor, lonely, heart-stricken one?
Dear Mother! dear Mother!wecannot come now,
I fly to your armsalone;
Shall I find a soft nest in your dear tender breast,
For the poor, lonely, heart-stricken one?
Dear Mother! dear Mother! the grave it is cold;Yet there are my loved ones laid;How sweet would it be, if I thought not of thee,There to cool my poor feverish head!
Dear Mother! dear Mother! the grave it is cold;
Yet there are my loved ones laid;
How sweet would it be, if I thought not of thee,
There to cool my poor feverish head!
Dear Mother! dear Mother! I long to die,For my treasures are laid in heaven;My husband is there, and my boy is there,And my brothers and sisters seven!
Dear Mother! dear Mother! I long to die,
For my treasures are laid in heaven;
My husband is there, and my boy is there,
And my brothers and sisters seven!
Dear Mother! dear Mother! I’ll live for thee;God help me to journey home!There is always rest on a mother’s fond breast;I come, dearest Mother, I come!
Dear Mother! dear Mother! I’ll live for thee;
God help me to journey home!
There is always rest on a mother’s fond breast;
I come, dearest Mother, I come!