POEMS.
A MOTHER'S LAMENT.
When I look upon my darling,
Whose face shines from the wall,
Sad thoughts come stealing o'er me,
For I lov'd him best of all.
I thought he lov'd his mother,—
How could I be deceived?
I feel my heart is breaking,
I am so deeply griev'd.
How could I be deceived?
I feel my heart is breaking,
I am so deeply griev'd.
Oh, do not think, my darling,
Your mother loves you less,
Because that when she sees you,
She can't that love express.
Your mother loves you less,
Because that when she sees you,
She can't that love express.
A sudden pain comes o'er me,
That racks my heart and brain
And then I ask my Saviour
To make it right again.
That racks my heart and brain
And then I ask my Saviour
To make it right again.
