The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/Mother
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Mother
How dark the morn,
Without thy light!
How sad the day
Thy soul took flight!
Without thy light!
How sad the day
Thy soul took flight!
We cannot feel
Thee far away;
Where thou dost rest,
Our flowers we lay.
Thee far away;
Where thou dost rest,
Our flowers we lay.
Yes, flowers of love,
The first of spring.
O couldst thou know
The love we bring!
The first of spring.
O couldst thou know
The love we bring!
May 5, 1922