O LITTLE MOTHER OF MINE !
Sometimes in the hush of the evening hour, W hen the shadows creep from the west, I think of the* twilight songs you sang \nd the hoy you lulled to rest; The* wn* little boy with the tousled head, That long, long ago was thine. I wonder if sometimes you long for that boy, () little mother of mine! And now he has come to man’s estate, (■row 11 stalwart in body and strong, Vnd you’d hardly know that he was the lad Whom you lulled with your slumber song. The vears have alter'd the form and the life, Hut his heart is unchanged by time, And still hr is only thy hoy as of old, O little* mother of mine! —“Great Thoughts.”
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White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 284, 18 February 1919, Page 7
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