The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-10-21
Written for the LEADER
MAMMA WAS TIRED AND WENT
TO SLEEP.



Tsome years ngo the grout house still stand
ing on the shores OF Lake Ninnehaha was
struck by lightning during the prevalence OF
n severe thunder storm, and the mother OF
two little children, who were asleep at the
time, was Instantly killed. She was not dis
figured, and the little ones thought she had
fallen asleep. They tried to wake ier, and
when assistance came the eldest OF the two
exclaimed, with tears in her eyes, Mamma
was tired aud went to sles p" They even at
the funeral tried to awaken her, not UNDER
standing what death Ineant.l
Mamma was tired and went TO sleep;
oh, we've tried so ha fd to wake her up;'
Said a little child as she tried to keep
The tears from falling that would not stop.
She did not know that the tired one
Had bowed forever her weary head,
That her first and truest friend had gone
And her spirit away from its clay had fed.
For n bolt came down as the children slept,
Cosy and YARN In their little cot.
While mamma her watchful visil kept
There by this loved and sacred spot.
The summons TO go from hence away
Came with the flash from the o'ercast sky.
Twas read to the mother at close OF day
When the storm king swept with the mes
sage by.
No. little one, no, you cannot wake
Mamma again. It's her last repose;
No more Will the storms around her break,
Over her life no bleak winI bows.
As sinks the sun in the golden west
When the shades OF night begin to creep,
An angel came and whispered rest
Mamma was tired and went to Sleep
How many mothers are tired to- might,
YEARLY, YEARLY toiIing on
By the shade OF the evenings fading light
And the dim gray mist of the mornings
dawn
or whom, perchance. It may soon be true.
While they SOW the seed where loved ones
reap.
When memory makes It's last review
Mamma was tired and went to sleep"
1 have seen the mother whose silvered hair
Shaded a urrowed and careworn brow
Working and toiling year by year
Alone for her hungry flock; and now
By the open grave of this one 1 stand
While the little ones turn aside to weep.
And think, as they reach for her vanished
hand.
mamma was tired aud went to sleep"
WByward wanderers to and fro
Far from the dear old homesteaa's hearth,
Faltering ever as on you go
down. 10 the cesspool Walks OF earth,
Think ere you yield to the tempter's sway
Think ere you take the fatal leap
or mother now gone for many a day.
The tired mother who went to sleep.
1 have seen the wreck off wastei life.
Gray haired. weary, deserted and old,
VINO fell In the worlds unceasing strife,
Borne TO the earth by remorse untold.
For him mo light In the window CLEANS"
From a mother's hand for her long lost sheep
And sometimes at night the old man dreams
Mamma was tired and went to sleep"
We totter away from the cradles side,
When the journey ollie has Jus. begun.
And DRIFT with The stream of Il human Tide
That down to the tomb keeps rolling on.
But when the porta 4 Of death are past,
With It's gloomy vestibuie, dark aud deep
We sha / 1--we again and wake at last
Llk the tirsd mother who went to sleep
In a land far of by the tideless sea,
Where the purple hills are ever in bloom,
Stands a city that's built for you and me.
Where the weary ones are gathering home;
Where the Master, true to his promised word,
His ran somed chi dren will safely keep,
Where the mournful words are never heard
Mamma was tired and went to s eep."
CHEYENNE, October 20.