Part 2 — THE MOTHER'S LAST SONG.

Sleep!—the ghostly winds are blowing; No moon's abroad; no star is glowing; The river is deep, and the tide is flowing To the land where you and I are going! We are going afar, Beyond moon or star, To the land where the sinless angels are! I lost my heart to your heartless sire; ('Twas melted away by his looks of fire;) Forgot my God, and my father's ire, All for the sake of a man's desire:— But now we'll go Where the waters flow, And make us a bed where none shall know. The world is cruel; the world's untrue; Our foes are many; our friends are few; No work, no bread, however we sue! What is there left for us to do— But fly—fly, From the cruel sky, And hide in the deepest deeps—and die!