TO MY MOTHER IN HEAVEN.

Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 179, 13 July 1871, Page 7

TO MY MOTHER IN HEAVEN.

The night comei stealing on, mother, With gentle loving tone, And here beside thy grave I stand, Sweet mother, all alone. Ah ! many an eve has passed away, Bright suns have rose and set, Fair moons have come and gone again Since last, since last we met. My heart is sad to-night, mother. E'en sadder than before. For memory wanders far, far back To happy scenes of yore — To golden halcyon dreaming days, When often at thy feet I aat me down to weave fair flowers In garlands at tby feet. And then around my brow, mother, Those garlands you would twine. And murmur " may life's fairest flowers, My darling, e'er be thine." Then let me, let me weep to-night O'er life's now withered flowers, Whose fragrance filled my youthful breast In earlier, happier hours. I'm kneeling by thy grave, mother, To wait thy blessing given, And list to whispered words of love Borne from thy home in Heaven. And now I leave thy resting place, To come again no more, Till autumn's plaintive moan is heard From summers leafy shore.