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To Mamie
Our dreaming turns to other days!
And languid Time's returning ways;
Each coming year sad memory brings—
To her, a green vine ever clings!
And languid Time's returning ways;
Each coming year sad memory brings—
To her, a green vine ever clings!
1921
To Our Dear Mama
Dear mama, you didn't tell us
That you felt you were to die;
Didn't come to kiss your babies;
And we didn't then know why.
That you felt you were to die;
Didn't come to kiss your babies;
And we didn't then know why.
When we saw you in the morning,
We believed you fast asleep;
Yet we felt so strange a stillness
That it almost made us weep.
We believed you fast asleep;
Yet we felt so strange a stillness
That it almost made us weep.
There papa sat close beside you;
And we heard his moaning cry;
And the house seemed very quiet;
And we didn't then know why.
And we heard his moaning cry;
And the house seemed very quiet;
And we didn't then know why.
There so many stood about you;
And we saw them turn and cry.
All at once a man was praying;
And we didn't then know why.
And we saw them turn and cry.
All at once a man was praying;
And we didn't then know why.
Now in summertime with papa
We plant pretty little flowers,
That mama once loved so dearly,
Wet with early morning showers.
We plant pretty little flowers,
That mama once loved so dearly,
Wet with early morning showers.
Oft in stilly night we're dreaming
Of our dear mama at rest,
Down beneath the fragrant cedars,
Where the singing birds still nest!
Of our dear mama at rest,
Down beneath the fragrant cedars,
Where the singing birds still nest!
1922
Mother
How dark the morn,
Without thy light!
How sad the day
Thy soul took flight!
Without thy light!
How sad the day
Thy soul took flight!
We cannot feel
Thee far away;
Where thou dost rest,
Our flowers we lay.
Thee far away;
Where thou dost rest,
Our flowers we lay.
Yes, flowers of love,
The first of spring.
O couldst thou know
The love we bring!
The first of spring.
O couldst thou know
The love we bring!
May 5, 1922
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