Original Poetry.
TO MY MOTHER. How greatly changed those locks of thine By fleeting time's unsparing hand 1 And lapse of time is changing mine Since I did leave my fatherland I I have not wandered thoughtlessly, But oh ! I have been tempest-toss 'd ; A frail barque on Life's troubled sea, With sun obscure, and compass lost. Through many sorrows I have pass'd, And still new trials would enthral ; May grace triumphant reign at last, And hold me up when I would fall ! Though parted long by fate's command, O may we meet on some to-morrow ! Rejoicing in that blessed land Where there is neither sin nor sorrow ! The little Ruth I named for thee Is yet in childhood's tender years ; May heavenly light her portion be To guide her through this " vale of tears." O let thy faithful prayers arise For her, and for thy hapless one, And bring a blessing from the skies Before our earthly race is run. And when the night of death draws nigh, With all our slips and sins forgiven, O may our ransomed spirits fly To meet our Saviour in heaven ! And there enjoy one blissful day By Life's pure never-failing river, Where God himself shall wipe away Our tears, and be with us for ever.
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Otago Witness, Issue 50, 29 June 1861, Page 5
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213Original Poetry. Otago Witness, Issue 50, 29 June 1861, Page 5
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