POEMS.
17
A mother's love dieth not, my child,
Although her heart may break.
All will be right in Heaven above,
When our spirits there awake.
Although her heart may break.
All will be right in Heaven above,
When our spirits there awake.
"Have you no welcome for me, mamma?"
Goes ringing through the heart,
That will ne'er warm with love again,
Until from earth we part.
Goes ringing through the heart,
That will ne'er warm with love again,
Until from earth we part.
I've nothing left to wish for now
But a little spot of ground,
And a welcome to my home above,
Where joy and love abound.
But a little spot of ground,
And a welcome to my home above,
Where joy and love abound.
"Have you no welcome for me, mamma?"
I replied with a broken heart—
Take what is left of a blighted life,
Ere from earth we part.
I replied with a broken heart—
Take what is left of a blighted life,
Ere from earth we part.
This fleeting life hath lost its charm,
And hearts so sorely riven,
Will ne'er know peace and love again
Until they rest in Heaven.
And hearts so sorely riven,
Will ne'er know peace and love again
Until they rest in Heaven.
