POEMS OF JAMES RYDER RANDALL
Though God should call to Him above,
Snatching away mine early love;
An earthly mother wrap away
From hence to realms of endless day;
I would not bid our dear Lord spare,
Because I’d have two Mothers there.
When I am with the countless dead,
When wild weeds riot o’er my head,
One boon I ask, one favor crave:
Let one true mourner guard my grave,
And let my soul seek regions fair,
Because it has a Mother there.
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