Rhymes of a Rolling Stone/The Mother
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The Mother
There will be a singing in your heart,There will be a rapture in your eyes;You will be a woman set apart,You will be so wonderful and wise.You will sleep, and when from dreams you start,As of one that wakes in Paradise,There will be a singing in your heart,There will be a rapture in your eyes.
There will be a moaning in your heart,There will be an anguish in your eyes;You will see your dearest ones depart,You will hear their quivering good-byes.Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart,Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice;There will be a moaning in your heart,There will be an anguish in your eyes.
There will come a glory in your eyes,There will come a peace within your heart;Sitting ’neath the quiet evening skies,Time will dry the tear and dull the smart.You will know that you have played your part;Yours shall be the love that never dies:You, with Heaven’s peace within your heart,You, with God’s own glory in your eyes.