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I have been wild and wayward, but you'll forgive me now; You 'll kiss me, my own mother, upon my cheek and brow; Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief be wild, You should not fret for me, mother, you have another
If I can I 'll come again, mother, from out my resting
place; Though you 'll not see me, mother, I shall look upon your
Though I cannot speak a word, I shall harken what you
say, And be often, often with you when you think I'm far away.
Goodnight, goodnight, when I have said goodnight for
And you see me carried out from the threshold of the
Don't let Effie come
see me till my grave be growing
She 'll be a better child to you than ever I have been.
She 'll find my garden-tools upon the granary floor:
But tell her, when I'm gone, to train the rose-bush that
About the parlour-window and the box of mignonette.
Good-night, sweet mother: call me before the day is born.
I THOUGHT to pass away before, and yet alive I am;
O sweet is the new violet, that comes beneath the skies, And sweeter is the young lamb's voice to me that cannot
And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that
And sweeter far is death than life to me that long to go.
It seemed so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun, And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet His will be
But still I think it can't be long before I find release; And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words
O blessings on his kindly voice and on his silver hair! And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me
there! O blessings on his kindly heart and on his silver head ! A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed.
He show'd me all the mercy, for he taught me all the sin. Now, though my lamp was lighted late, there's One will
let me in:
Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if that could be, For
my desire is but to pass to Him that died for me.
I did not hear the dog howl, mother, or the death-watch
There came a sweeter token when the night and morning
But sit beside my bed, mother, and put your hand in
mine, And Effie on the other side, and I will tell the sign.
All in the wild March-morning I heard the angels call; It was when the moon was setting, and the dark was
over all; The trees began to whisper, and the wind began to roll, And in the wild March-morning I heard them call my
For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear; I saw you sitting in the house, and I no longer here; With all my strength I pray'd for both, and so I felt
resign'd, And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.