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I shall not forget you, mother; I shall hear you when you
With your feet above my head in the long and pleasant
I've 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 child.
say, And be often, often with
If I can, I'll come again, mother, from out my restingplace;
Though you'll not see me, mother, I shall look upon your
Though I cannot speak a word, I shall hearken what you
you when you
think I'm far away.
Good-night! good-night! when I have said good-night for
And you see me carried out from the threshold of the door,
Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be growing green
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 I set
About the parlour window, and the box of mignonnette.
Good-night, sweet mother! Call me before the day is born.
All night I lie awake, but I fall asleep at morn;
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 rise;
And sweet is all the land about, and all the flowers that blow;
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 done!
But still I think it can't be long before I find release;
O blessings on his kindly voice, and on his silver hair!
He showed 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 beat
There came a sweeter token when the night and morning meet;
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-
For lying broad awake, I thought of you and Effie dear;
up the valley came a swell of music on the wind.
I thought that it was fancy, and I listened in my bed; And then did something speak to me I know not what was said;
For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind.
But you were sleeping; and I said, "It's not for themit's mine;"
And if it comes three times, I thought, I take it for a sign. And once again it came, and close beside the window-bars— Then seemed to go right up to Heaven and die among the
So now I think my time is near; I trust it is. I know
And say to Robin a kind word, and tell him not to fret;
O look! the sun begins to rise! the heavens are in a glow; He shines upon a hundred fields, and all of them I know. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine
Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine.
O sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done,
Forever and forever, all in a blessed home,
And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come— To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon your breast—- . And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at
LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE.
LADY Clara Vere de Vere,
Of me you shall not win renown:
I saw the snare, and I retired:
Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
I know you proud to bear your name,
Too proud to care from whence I came.