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Oft in hours of silent thought,
Love for thee no money bought
Exalts and thrills the loving heart
          Of mother.

Then when this world recedes from view,
And I have said the last adieu,
May nought but love then dwell in you
          For mother.

I would not have you sadly weep
When I am lying in death's sleep,
There my own true vigils keep,
          Thy mother.

Let tender thoughts of love arise
When I am gone beyond the skies,
There still may live in other eyes
          Thy mother.

Another birthday should I ne'er see,
Remember this all given to thee.
And ever kindly think of me,
          Thy mother.

With cold hands folded o'er the breast,
And passed away to peaceful rest
One that oft has' fondly thee caress'd,
          Thy mother.