Author Bert Leston Taylor Mother, wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear; To-day's the saddest, gladdest day in all the glad, sad year. For some one who is dear to us is soon to go away: " Beyond the Alps, " et cet'ra: Daughter graduates today. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments