LOST AND SAVED
“Mother! the faith that guides to God
Will bring your soul to me;
There is no other certain way
Your cherub child to see.
Close not your ears to this appeal
That calms all human strife,
Making the gloomy grave itself
The Golden Gate of Life!
“The love that shall not lose its own
Must seek celestial fire—
Must light its torch by Heavenly flame,
And not the Pagan pyre.
Mother! dear mother! hear your child,
And let her win you where
The King of Glory sits enthroned
With ‘angels bright and fair.’
“And when the hour shall come for you
To bid the world farewell,
I shall be hovering o’er your couch
To hear the dying knell;
And you shall see me, robed in white,
With the red-breast in my hand,
Thrilling to guide you gently on
To the Eternal Land!”
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