DEAR MOTHER I'M THINKING OF THEE.
Reading edition
NEW YEAR'S DAY, 1855.
In the hush of night, when the pale starlight Through my casement silently steals; When the Moon walks on to the bower of the Sun, And her beautiful face reveals: When tranquil's the scene, and the mist on the green Lies calm as a slumbering sea, From my lattice I peep, 'ere I lay down to sleep, And whisper a prayer for thee: Mother! Dear Mother! O, blessings on thee! From my lattice I peep, 'ere I lay down to sleep, And think, dear Mother, of thee.
When the dew goes up from the white lily cup In rose-coloured clouds to the sky; When the voice of the Lark trembles out from the dark, And the winds kiss the flowers with a sigh; When the King of Dawn, like a world new-born, Scatters love-light over the lea; From my lattice I peep, when I wake from sleep, And whisper a prayer for thee: Mother! Dear Mother! O, blessings on thee! From my lattice I peep, when I wake from sleep, And think, dear Mother, of thee.