Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1938
- Collector
- Location
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- (continued from previous page)And through the lengthening years, in joy or care,
E'em to the gates of death, the portal fair
Of Heaven above.
My heart shall bless and love the gentle power
Which guides my faltering steps from natal hour,
My Mother's love. - How often in the after years when time
Has touched us whitely with his frosty rime,
In silent moments never spoken of,
We long to know again a mother's love.
Bright gold, lard labor's guerdon, may be ours,
And fame have brought is satisfying dowers;
Yet in a moment when our life has all -
All would we give to hear her gently call.(continues on next page)