THE GREY MOTHER.
Lo, how they come to me, Long through the night I call them— Ah, how they turn to me. Last and Smith my children scatter, North and West the world they wander, Yet they come back to me, Come, with their brave hearts beating, Longing to dio for me, Me, the grey, old, weary mother, Throned amid the Northern waters. Where they have died for mo. Died with their songs around me. Girding my shores for me. Narrow was my dwelling for them, Homes they buikied o’er the ocean. Yet they leave all for me, Hearing their mother calling, Bringing their lives for me. *■*•*■»*** God keep you safe for me. Christ watch you in your sleeping. —Lachlan Watt in ‘Standard of Empire.’
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Evening Star, Issue 14628, 26 July 1911, Page 2
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125THE GREY MOTHER. Evening Star, Issue 14628, 26 July 1911, Page 2
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