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Alone: A Mother's Song.
ALONE : A MOTHER'S SONG .
Written for the " Masonic Magazine . " MIED was the morning , Still was the sea , Soft came the breezes Over the lea ; Ancl the great sun rose Right royally .
Balmy the evening , Gone was the clay , And the ship sailed by Out into tbe bay ; My sailor went : Ah!—lack-a-day !
The moon riseth pale , Death in her face , With stedfast beauty Ancl queenly grace ; And my soul goes forth Into the space .
Cometh he never To me again , My own bonny boy Who felt not pain At that sad parting—Freedom to gain ?
For many go forth , And some reach home , — From the far far north No longer roam . But will he return ? Ah !—never come .
I have dreamed , and know My dream is true ; Turned up to the sky , Celestial blue , A pallid face ancl A form I knew .
On the heaving waves He rocks to rest , And his soul has gone To the land so blest ; And I am alone , And sore distrest .
EMA HOLJEES . June , 1878 ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Alone: A Mother's Song.
ALONE : A MOTHER'S SONG .
Written for the " Masonic Magazine . " MIED was the morning , Still was the sea , Soft came the breezes Over the lea ; Ancl the great sun rose Right royally .
Balmy the evening , Gone was the clay , And the ship sailed by Out into tbe bay ; My sailor went : Ah!—lack-a-day !
The moon riseth pale , Death in her face , With stedfast beauty Ancl queenly grace ; And my soul goes forth Into the space .
Cometh he never To me again , My own bonny boy Who felt not pain At that sad parting—Freedom to gain ?
For many go forth , And some reach home , — From the far far north No longer roam . But will he return ? Ah !—never come .
I have dreamed , and know My dream is true ; Turned up to the sky , Celestial blue , A pallid face ancl A form I knew .
On the heaving waves He rocks to rest , And his soul has gone To the land so blest ; And I am alone , And sore distrest .
EMA HOLJEES . June , 1878 ,