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POEMS.
But when I have left thee,
Some kind recollection
Of thy mother will come
In deep silence of night,
In dreams o'er thy pillow,
And gently caress thee,
As when a dear little one,
So loving and bright,
Some kind recollection
Of thy mother will come
In deep silence of night,
In dreams o'er thy pillow,
And gently caress thee,
As when a dear little one,
So loving and bright,
That I've press'd to my bosom
In fondest affection,
And cherish'd with loving
And tender delight,
Not dreaming dark clouds
Would ever o'ershadow
Our pathway, and leave us
In darkness and blight.
In fondest affection,
And cherish'd with loving
And tender delight,
Not dreaming dark clouds
Would ever o'ershadow
Our pathway, and leave us
In darkness and blight.
Yet in the dim distance
The shadow is breaking;
A beacon-light beams
Above the bright sky,
That is leading me onward,
With faith in my Saviour,
He soon will receive me
In heaven on high.
The shadow is breaking;
A beacon-light beams
Above the bright sky,
That is leading me onward,
With faith in my Saviour,
He soon will receive me
In heaven on high.
