Freston
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To-morrow thy form shall be taken away
And midst flowers, tears and prayers, shall be laid in the clay.
And midst flowers, tears and prayers, shall be laid in the clay.
So to-night I shall tender the heart's sad caress,
On the lips that but parted thy loved ones to bless.
Farewell to thee, mother! dear comrade and friend!
Farewell till I find thee again at life's end.
For of all the dear mothers that ever I knew,
To me thou wert bravest, to me the most true.
On the lips that but parted thy loved ones to bless.
Farewell to thee, mother! dear comrade and friend!
Farewell till I find thee again at life's end.
For of all the dear mothers that ever I knew,
To me thou wert bravest, to me the most true.
