Mother's Songs poem by JM Harrison
NIOTHlR'SSO N c s ? By JAMES M. HARRISON. Talk about youi high-toned singers. Over whom the people rave, The sweetest one I evvi Knew Lies sleeping In her grave. Tho' dead, she's not loigoltuu. And my mind will ever bring Hack the songs of dear old mother, O! the sunss she used tu slug! Yes. 1 still can hear ihe sweetness. Just a-rlngtng in my ears. And when I think of her still volve Come silent falling tears. 'Twos the sweetest knul of mush: For the peasant and the king. The songs of dear old mother. O! the songs she used to slug! Yeais h.i\e tied now since sin- lett us. Itut it seems like yesterduy; When all life's clouds were brightened With her simple, honest lay. You can worship piiniM donnas Rut forever let me cling To the songs of dear old mother, O! the songs She used to elux! How pli nsant are the mem'rles Of that heaven-borr"\\ed voice: How niy youthful cares would vanish: How my young heart would rejuiuu. I know the heavenly choir bus A sweet and better ring, j For she's adding all the sweetness With Hi songs she used to slug!