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First Line: My mother! O my mother! When thy spirit heavenward fled
Last Line: Oh joy, we soon shall meet! Till then, my mother, fare thee well!
Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson
Subject(s): Death; Love; Love - Loss Of; Mothers; Dead, The


MY MOTHER! O my Mother! when thy spirit heaven-ward fled,
And thy aged form, in death's embrace, lay on thy lonely bed;
No hand to raise thy head, and wipe the death drops from thy brow,
Or o'er thee breathe a weeping prayer—alone with Death wert thou.

Yet not alone! for in thy ear, and on thy glazing eye,
Were angel whispers breathed, and dawned the Sun of Glory's sky;
And when thy daughter stood and gazed upon thy tranquil face,
It seemed to her thy features wore a calm, celestial grace.

Thy ardent prayers, thy tender cares, thy deep and patient love
How dearly prized—how sorely missed since thou wert called above!
For I, a mother, bend beneath a mother's heavy cares,
And still I ask of Heaven to reap the fruit of Mother's prayers.

When trials crowd, and sorrows press, and fears my bosom chill,
My Mother, then I seem to hear thy loving accents still;
And still it seems as if to thee my sorrows I must tell—
Oh joy, we soon shall meet! till then, my Mother, fare thee well!





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