Poems (Smith)/A Mother's Lament

by Martha A. Smith

POEMS.

 

A MOTHER'S LAMENT.

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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.

Oh, do not think, my darling,
 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.

My joys on earth have vanish'd,—
 Every hope in lite has fled;
I am only calmly waiting
 To be number'd with the dead.

Then leave me to my sorrow,
 Till grief and troubles o'er,
I'll soon be safely landed
 On yon bright heavenly shore.

I oft hear Eddie calling
 In the stillness of the night;
I know my angel baby
 Will bear me from your sight.

And father, too, is waiting,
 And beckons me away;
I soon will be in heaven,
 In that bright world to stay.

A brother, too, is watching,
 To welcome me above;
Oh, who would not dwell forever
 In that atmosphere of love?

A mother now in heaven,
 Awaiting there for me;
I am longing for the angels
 To waft my soul to thee.

If you in years hereafter,
 When mother's gone to rest,
Should feel the dart so poignant
 You thrust in mother's breast,—

Go, then, and bow to Jesus;
 He will your heart relieve;
And if you'll only trust Him,
 Your soul He will receive.