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MY MOTHER'S KISS.
The music of her voice is stilled,
Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I'll clasp her words
Until my latest breath.
Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I'll clasp her words
Until my latest breath.
The world has scattered round my path
Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
That gather round her name.
Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
That gather round her name.
And friends have placed upon my brow
The laurels of renown;
But she first taught me how to wear
My manhood as a crown.
The laurels of renown;
But she first taught me how to wear
My manhood as a crown.
My hair is silvered o'er with age,
I'm longing to depart;
To clasp again my mother's hand,
And be a child at heart.
I'm longing to depart;
To clasp again my mother's hand,
And be a child at heart.
To roam with her the glory-land.
Where saints and angels greet;
To cast our crowns with songs of love
At our Redeemer's feet.
Where saints and angels greet;
To cast our crowns with songs of love
At our Redeemer's feet.
