The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1877-1885, 1883-05-23
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Oft when with glowing cheek We read
[ poa our daily Journals ,pread.
The rec)i oi some daring act,
Perform d With wopdrous skill or tact, =
OF some unlocked for startling blow,
That thinned the columns of the foe
OF some DER powering corp dc saasa.
That drove the invaders from The plain.
OF some selt-sacrihclug deed,
Performed just ia the hour OF need
We thought how some fon mother 5
heart
With quicker bound did throb and start.
While she exclaimed with pride and JOY,
"'7fDrs done by my o,os gallant boy =
Ana in the rapture Of her heart,
My own UNCONSCIOUS took part
How could mothers pulse beat slow
When her own boy irid met the foe,
With daring deeds had carved bis name,
High in he noblest niche et Fame
How could she quell emotions proud,
When declamations long aud loud,
Proclaimed his duty braveiy done,
Hi, honors fairly, nobly won.
Proud is her station and no more
Could toudest mothers heart implore,
"A Patriots Mother could she claim
of ear h q fairer, nober c.aim
But have purer cause for 10y
When thinking Of my ab,cnr boy
My station higher still than hers.
Though have rea she'd il bithe / ia tears;
Her hopes may taIi, her son may die,
But no such fear or dread have 1.
| sympathze 10 all her joy,
Nor wonder that she bve- her by,
But oh envy not hes tauJe,
For I've a sweeter, EoiieE name;
Hers is an earthly station high,
The mother OF an angel I!
1t is no dream / feel, | know.
That Heaven contains one angel more,
And | do know il is the same,
Which once did share my blood, my
name u 4.
| mind his advent here on earth,
The joy, yet anguish Of his birth;
| miud that " hen to lite he woke,
His futterIDg pulse, its tiny stroke
First caught nom mlne from nae lie
drew
The nouri>hment by which he grew.
II fs no dream, they re une, they re one,
| he angel and my daring son
There Uds a time when my sweet by
Did all my tondest hopes employ
There ,ous a time l thought to rear
| That lit e one for honors here;
/ There toos time | hoped 10 give
My son to God, d,-for Christ to live;
| There lcaS a time-but let hat rest
! Ng1 hah ha 20
] Aud though these binding tears tcih la I
/ | would not tor one hour recall
That ransomed one from sin and pain,
| My angel child to earth again.
] But do | weep aOne-aione
/ Beside my monuueUtaI stone
/ Is there no other blecdIug stem,
From which is torn it bud, Its gem?
Ah me each passing . ng hour
Trans plants in fIeay8u : ,.ne earthly
flower,
And leaves mother's th ylg heart
All bleed NJ iu IT te eld.r ...si
L tears with grict or augpi-. n !,
But gives to her al angel CA i
''Mothers of Angels bound by ties
Of hottest love aud syiupathles,
Totyou | turn. Why >hou we we p
Beside the n,ossy beis where sleep
"Our curry heads not thcre, not THEIR Il
But r.sea all our loved ones are
God keeps them hostages above,
| As earneotS OF our faith and love
But oh if kin ired N II il ours.
Such ownership IL + zen fl twers,
How should zoe i've? now careful be
Our souls from earthly dros, 10 free,
How prayerfully and gently train
Inc little ones that yet rt main.
An Angels Mother let that though
Be IN our bosoms deeply wrought
Oh let 1t faith and love inspire,
And every holy, pure desire;
Lest we, with elrlng steps should sham,
The sweetness of that hallowed name.
Home is where our dear ones gather,
Lovingly our smiles to greet,
Home Is where affections center.
Home is where our treasures meet
God Is gathering up our Jewels,
Furnishing our Heavenly home,
Where they wait US, though We linyer
Waiting, watching til We come.