MY MOTHER'S HANDS.

Samoa Times and South Sea Gazette, Issue 2, 13 October 1877, Page 3

MY MOTHER'S HANDS.

, Such hpnutiful, beautiful hands! They're neither white nor small; Anil yen. I know, would scarcely think 'J hut they are fair at all. ; I've looked on hands whose form and hue A sculptor's dream might bo; Yet are- these aged, wrinkled hands -Must beautiful to me. Sie!. beautiful, beautiful hands! Though heart were wenrv and sad, Tims,, patient lumtls kept tuiliii" on That the children might be "lad I always weep, as, looking back To childhood's distant dnv I think those dear hands re!,ted not, While mine, were at their play. .Such beautiful, beautiful hands! They're growing ~.,.|,|,. „„„._ For time and pain have left their mark On hands and heart and brow. Ala-! alas! th- momi„g time And the sad, sad day to me When 'rieuth the da-i.'s out of si<-ht These hands will folded be. " but. oh! hevnnd this shadow land, Where all is hrij-ht and fair 1 know full w.dl tle,se dear old hands Will palms of vietorv bear Where crystal strains through endless years I'low over -olden sands, And where the 01.1 -row vouik' and fair

I'll clasp my mother's huu.l*. ' ' '