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LAMENT ON THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER.
“My wives die, and I can replace them; my children perish, and others are born to me; but who can restore to me the mother who has passed away, and who is seen no more?”—
The Osmanli.“Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate!”—
Ps. cxliii; iv.
I see thee not!—thy form is not before me,
As it was wont to be in days gone by!
But thy dear spirit is now hovering o'er me,
In that immortal shape that cannot die!
As it was wont to be in days gone by!
But thy dear spirit is now hovering o'er me,
In that immortal shape that cannot die!
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I see thee not!—thou art in that dark prison,
Wherein the voice of mourning cannot come,
For thy dear soul from this dark world has risen
To reign forever in its heavenly home!
Wherein the voice of mourning cannot come,
For thy dear soul from this dark world has risen
To reign forever in its heavenly home!
I see thee not!—there is no eye can see thee,
And all our searchings in this world are vain!
Though we may yearn from that bright world to free thee,
Yet, we shall never greet thee here again!
And all our searchings in this world are vain!
Though we may yearn from that bright world to free thee,
Yet, we shall never greet thee here again!
I see thee not!—thy face is hid forever
From all those dear ones who now mourn with me!
But they were near thee—all but him, who, never,
In all this world, shall cease to grieve for thee!
From all those dear ones who now mourn with me!
But they were near thee—all but him, who, never,
In all this world, shall cease to grieve for thee!
Oaky Grove, Ga., April 9th, 1838.
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