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The Bride.—Anonymous.
It hath passed, my daughter; fare thee well!
Pledged is the faith, inscribed the vow;
Yet let these gushing tear-drops speak,
Of all thy mother's anguish now;
And when, on distant, stranger-shores,
Love beams from brighter eyes than mine,
When other hands thy tresses weave,
And other lips are pressed to thine,—
Pledged is the faith, inscribed the vow;
Yet let these gushing tear-drops speak,
Of all thy mother's anguish now;
And when, on distant, stranger-shores,
Love beams from brighter eyes than mine,
When other hands thy tresses weave,
And other lips are pressed to thine,—
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O, then remember her who grieves
With parent-fondness for her child;
Whose lonely path, of thee bereft,
Is like some desert, lone and wild,
Where erst a simple floweret grew,
Where erst one timid wild bird sung;
Now lonely, dark and desolate,
No bird nor flower its shades among.
With parent-fondness for her child;
Whose lonely path, of thee bereft,
Is like some desert, lone and wild,
Where erst a simple floweret grew,
Where erst one timid wild bird sung;
Now lonely, dark and desolate,
No bird nor flower its shades among.
And when thy children climb the knee,
And whisper, “Mother, mother dear!”
O, then the thought of her recall
Thou leavest broken-hearted here;
And as their sinless offerings rise
To God's own footstool, let them crave
A blessing on her memory,
Who slumbers in the peaceful grave.
And whisper, “Mother, mother dear!”
O, then the thought of her recall
Thou leavest broken-hearted here;
And as their sinless offerings rise
To God's own footstool, let them crave
A blessing on her memory,
Who slumbers in the peaceful grave.
When care shall dim thy sunny eye,
And, one by one, the ties are broken
That bind thee to the earth, this kiss
Will linger yet—thy mother's token;
'Twill speak her changeless love for thee,
Speak what she strives in vain to tell,
The yearning of a parent's heart—
My only child, farewell! farewell!
And, one by one, the ties are broken
That bind thee to the earth, this kiss
Will linger yet—thy mother's token;
'Twill speak her changeless love for thee,
Speak what she strives in vain to tell,
The yearning of a parent's heart—
My only child, farewell! farewell!
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