POEMS.
73
TO WILLIE.
Willie, may thy life be pure,
In years as you grow older,
And ever may thy love endure
For thy loving mother.
Ever keep her memory dear,
Wherever you may wander;
In after years none will appear
So loving as thy mother.
Wherever you may wander;
In after years none will appear
So loving as thy mother.
When griefs oppress or sorrows rend,
There's none so true and tender,
So loving, fond, unto life's end,
As thy own loving mother.
There's none so true and tender,
So loving, fond, unto life's end,
As thy own loving mother.
Never grieve her tender heart,
It may not be much longer
Ere you're called upon to part
With thy loving mother.
It may not be much longer
Ere you're called upon to part
With thy loving mother.
Love her truly ere life's fled,
That no regret may linger
Around thy heart when with the dead
Shall sleep thy loving mother.
That no regret may linger
Around thy heart when with the dead
Shall sleep thy loving mother.
