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Meditation.
Oh! mother dear!
On the last Sabbath of a shadowed year
Our morning thoughts we turn to thee,
And, as it was in life, we see
Thy face, and think how pleasant it would be
If we might be together, mother dear,
On this new year.
On the last Sabbath of a shadowed year
Our morning thoughts we turn to thee,
And, as it was in life, we see
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If we might be together, mother dear,
On this new year.
Oh! mother dear!
On all the Sabbaths of the coming year
Our morning thoughts to thee we'll turn;
And, while we still thy absence mourn,
Within our hearts, the undying hope will burn
That we shall be together, mother dear,
On some new year.
On all the Sabbaths of the coming year
Our morning thoughts to thee we'll turn;
And, while we still thy absence mourn,
Within our hearts, the undying hope will burn
That we shall be together, mother dear,
On some new year.
Oh! moth r dear!
On this bright morning of life's saddest year!
Dim faces, round thee, we behold,
Like thine a little, and are told
They are thy children's—in the grave long cold.
Oh, bring us all together, mother dear,
On some new year.
On this bright morning of life's saddest year!
Dim faces, round thee, we behold,
Like thine a little, and are told
They are thy children's—in the grave long cold.
Oh, bring us all together, mother dear,
On some new year.
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