The Two Brothers, and other poems By Edward Henry Bickersteth |
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THE CHILD'S HOME-CALL.
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II. THE CHILD'S HOME-CALL.
A FACT.
“And was carried by the angels into Abraham's bosom.”—Luke xvi. 22.
My eyes are very dim, mother,
I cannot see you right;
Sit near, and read my favourite hymn,
For I shall die to-night.
I cannot see you right;
Sit near, and read my favourite hymn,
For I shall die to-night.
“Jesus who lived,”—yes, that, mother,
I learn'd it on your knee;
Well I remember where you sate,
When first you taught it me.
I learn'd it on your knee;
Well I remember where you sate,
When first you taught it me.
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Oh, yes, read on and on, mother,
The words that Jesus said:
And think, long after I am gone,
He bore our sins instead.
The words that Jesus said:
And think, long after I am gone,
He bore our sins instead.
Is the rush-candle out, mother?
For all is midnight dark;
Oh, take my hand—I will not doubt:
See mother—mother, hark!
For all is midnight dark;
Oh, take my hand—I will not doubt:
See mother—mother, hark!
Oh, bright and blessed things, mother,
My soul it is that sees;
Yet feel you not the rush of wings
Makes musical the breeze?
My soul it is that sees;
Yet feel you not the rush of wings
Makes musical the breeze?
Kind faces throng the room, mother,
And gentle loving eyes:
Do you not hear, “Come, sister, come,”
My welcome to the skies?
And gentle loving eyes:
Do you not hear, “Come, sister, come,”
My welcome to the skies?
Is this the happy land, mother?
My heart is almost still.—
The childless mother felt her hand
All in a moment chill.
My heart is almost still.—
The childless mother felt her hand
All in a moment chill.
Banningham, 1851.
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