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First Line: The twilight falls on mother's life
Last Line: I'd be distraught,—for mother.
Subject(s): Death; Mothers & Daughters; Dead, The

The twilight falls on Mother's life,
The golden sunset gleams
But faintly now;
The gathering shadows, too, are rife
With fears; the sun's last beams
Grow dim; somehow
They trouble not—my Mother.

'Tis I who weep at close of day,
For, as the dark comes down,
Mine are the fears,
I fain would fend her night away,
I'd hide the proffered crown,
Though Heaven nears,
No anxious thought—has Mother.

Her graying locks were once so dark,
With ringlets prodigal,
I was a child;
Her voice,—the linnet and the lark
Sang in her younger call
And me beguiled,
I've not forgot,—O Mother.

Dear God,—hold back those twilight shades,
Heaven's shining land is blessed
With angels fair;
If Night descends, my earth-light fades,
No comfort lies in heart distressed;
If she were there
I'd be distraught,—for Mother.

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