TO MY MOTHER.
Reading edition
Written after reading the following sentence in one of her letters to Mr. Dana, received by Mrs. D. after his death:—“Come to us, my dear children, as soon as you can.”
Dear Mother! dear Mother! we cannot come now, I fly to your arms alone; Shall I find a soft nest in your dear tender breast, For the poor, lonely, heart-stricken one? Dear Mother! dear Mother! the grave it is cold; Yet there are my loved ones laid; How sweet would it be, if I thought not of thee, There to cool my poor feverish head! Dear Mother! dear Mother! I long to die, For my treasures are laid in heaven; My husband is there, and my boy is there, And my brothers and sisters seven! Dear Mother! dear Mother! I’ll live for thee; God help me to journey home! There is always rest on a mother’s fond breast; I come, dearest Mother, I come!