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POEMS.
Don't you think our mother
Is watching us with love?
That God may bring us, brother,
To a heavenly home above.
Is watching us with love?
That God may bring us, brother,
To a heavenly home above.
A kind adieu, my brother;
If on earth we no more meet,
I trust we'll unite in Heaven,
And there our mother greet.
If on earth we no more meet,
I trust we'll unite in Heaven,
And there our mother greet.
Welcomed by our heavenly Father,
When this struggling life is past;
Eternal rest in the Hereafter,
Beautiful Heaven awaits at last.
When this struggling life is past;
Eternal rest in the Hereafter,
Beautiful Heaven awaits at last.
TO MINTIE.
Thy kind voice was often whispering
"Grandma, what can I do for you?"
Don't you think our God was listening,
And that He will reward you, too?
Mother's sickness, groans, and moanings,
Nearly rent our hearts in two;
Mintie's kind voice oft was asking
"Grandma, what can I do for you?"
Nearly rent our hearts in two;
Mintie's kind voice oft was asking
"Grandma, what can I do for you?"
