Classic Poem

Though every view of heaven is fraught
With bliss the good may share,
There's added sweetness in the thought,
“We have a mother there.”

We feel her life-long truth and love,
Her reverence for the right,
Prepared her for a home above,
And leaves her memory bright.

As summer breezes softly float
O'er mead and flowery dell,
So to our hearts her earnest words,
Remembered, oh, so well!

They linger in our memory now,
As tones of music sweet,
And will as gems be cherished e'er,
Till we again shall meet.

Whate'er her task in early life
To curb each wayward will,
We prospered in the noble strife,
And mother loves us still.

How blest the thought that mother dear,
On yonder heavenly shore,
Each sweet, familiar voice shall hear
Of loved ones gone before!

God of the orphan! now to thee
Shall praise from each be given,
To whom may come the soothing thought,
“My mother is in heaven.”