Classic Poem

Mother , my heart is with thee now:
I fain at thy dear knee would bow,
And feel thy kiss upon my brow.

Another birthday thou hast known;
And forty-seven suns have shone
On thee, my mother dear, mine own.

Thank God, my spirit says, for thee,—
“God's 'bodied blessing” e'er to me:
Oh would that I thy face could see!

I may not clasp thy hand to-night;
But I may seek, with thee, the light,
That I may walk with thee in white.

Hope looketh to a fairer shore;
And Faith oft views its green fields o'er,
Where we shall rest forevermore;—

Where the great ocean, wild and free,
Shall sever not my steps from thee,
And we shall both our Saviour see.

Pray on, loved mother, for thy child,
That Christ may shield when storms are wild,
And keep my spirit undefiled.

And I will ask, that, sin-forgiven,
My “mother Ellen” enter heaven,
Wearing the crown for which she's striven.

And when the angels gather round,
Thine escort o'er the hallowed ground,
By thy dear side may I be found!