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MOTHER'S 69TH BIRTHDAY.
To-night I think of you, mother,
And the happy days gone by;
When we in thoughtless childhood
Dwelt under a cloudless sky.
And the happy days gone by;
When we in thoughtless childhood
Dwelt under a cloudless sky.
We did not dream of the crosses,
Good mother's always bear—
We were so gay and happy,
Not knowing your weight of care.
Good mother's always bear—
We were so gay and happy,
Not knowing your weight of care.
You lovingly watched our young lives,
And taught us words of Truth:
“Remember, boys, thy Creator,
In the sunny days of youth.”
And taught us words of Truth:
“Remember, boys, thy Creator,
In the sunny days of youth.”
For days come which are evil,
Days which are dark as night;
If, then, on Christ thou'rt anchored,
Thy soul shall be full of light.
Days which are dark as night;
If, then, on Christ thou'rt anchored,
Thy soul shall be full of light.
How true were those words then spoken,
From a heart that was warm and true;
How much of the joy of maturer life,
Dear mother, is due to you!
From a heart that was warm and true;
How much of the joy of maturer life,
Dear mother, is due to you!
Thy life has known much of shadow,
Of sorrow, and gloom and night,
Yet we thank God that the eventide,
Is blessed with a golden light.
Of sorrow, and gloom and night,
Yet we thank God that the eventide,
Is blessed with a golden light.
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How fit that a life so earnest,
In thy Saviour's service given,
Should be blest ere its close with joy and peace;
Foretaste of rest in Heaven!
In thy Saviour's service given,
Should be blest ere its close with joy and peace;
Foretaste of rest in Heaven!
July 5, 1882.
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