To my Mother.
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BY REV. DR.. GEORGE W. BErHUNE, Philadelphia.
NV mother! manhood's anxious brow


And sterner cares have long been mine,
Yet turn frndly to thee now,


As when upon thy bosom's shrine,
Nv infant grieis were hushed 10 rest


Aud thy low whispered prayers my aium~


bers biest


never cal that gentle name,


My mother, but | am again
Fen as a child: the very same


That prattled at thy knee: and ian
Would forget, in momentary joy,
That | no more can be thy happy boy,
Thine arless boy, to whom thy smile


Was sunshine, and thy irown sad night,
(Though rare that frown, and brief the while


1t yelled me from thy loving light.)
For welcomed task, ambitions highest


bliss,


To win from thy approving lips kiss.
I've lived through foreign lands to roam,


And gazed on many classic scene,
But oft the thought of that dear home,


Which once was ours, would intervene,
And bid me close again my languid eye,
To think of thee, and those sweet days gone


by.


That pleasant home of fruits and flowers,
When, by the Iludson's verdant side,
NV sisters wove their jasmine bowers;


And he we loved at eventide
Would Fastening come, from distant toll, to
|. Thine and his chldren's radiant happiness!
Those scenes are fled; the rattling car
Ger flint paved streets profanes the spot,
Where DER the sod we sOwed ''the Star
OF Bethlehem and 'Forget-me-not.
O, woe to Mammon's desolating reign,
We ne 'er shall find on earth home again.
I've pOred DER many yellow page
OF ancient wisdom and have won,
Or poet ne er have taught thy son
Lessons so pure, 50 iraught with holy truth,
As those his mother shed DER his youth
If e'er, through grace, my God shall own


The offerings of my life and love,
Methinks, when bending close before his


throne,


Amid the rausomcd hosts above,
Thy name on my rejoicing lips shall be,
And | will bless that grace for heaven and


thee!


For thee and heaven: for thou didst tread


The way that leads to that blest land;
My often wayward footsteps led,


BY thy kind words and patient hand;
And when wandered far, thy faithful call
Restored my soul from sins decelttul thrall.
have been blest with other ties
Fond ties and true, vet never dc EN-