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POEMS.
When you shall say your last good-bye,
You'll think of me when called to die,
Who oft for you has breathed a sigh,
Thy mother.
You'll think of me when called to die,
Who oft for you has breathed a sigh,
Thy mother.
Farewell, my darlings, one and all,
I pray no harm may you befall
Until you come, at God's last call,
To mother.
I pray no harm may you befall
Until you come, at God's last call,
To mother.
ALONE AND SO WEARY.
Alone and so weary I pine for sweet rest;
To my bosom my youngest so fondly I've press'd;
Apart from this world I have one tender heart
That loveth so fondly oft makes the tears start.
Dear Mattie, my darling, when this brief life is past,
Loving angels will bear thee to heaven at last.
Remember, my darling, when I'm called to rest
From this world-weary struggle, that I loved you the best.
Loving angels will bear thee to heaven at last.
Remember, my darling, when I'm called to rest
From this world-weary struggle, that I loved you the best.
