Life's winter drear, oh mother dear,
To thee has passed away,
We feel bereft for thou has left
This tenement of clay.
Yet oft it seems in lands of dreams
That mother's here again,
With rapture wild, once more a child
That I with her remain.
But wake again to face with pain,
The stern reality,
That olden time in earthly clime
Is never more to be.
And day's fair light and gloomy night
Each other will succeed,
Thy absence still which none can fill,
Will leave our hearts to bleed.
And spring shall dawn on field and lawn
And feathered songsters sing,
And tree tops nod in praise to God,
And buds their blossoms bring.
The sun shall rise in vernal skies,
To gild the ocean wave,
But those bright rays in coming days
Will shine on mother's grave.
But why those tears? when days and years
Have bridged the gulf of time.
That separates twixt state and state
We'll meet in that fair clime.
Where God shall rise and from all eyes
Wipe off the bitter tear,
Where pain's sharp cry and sorrow's sigh
We never more shall hear.
Where death at last, and hell are cast
Into the lake of fire,
His reign is o'er, he finds no more
On which to vent his ire.
Wht should we weep when christians sleep
And take their needful rest;
Their sweet repose in Him who rose
And all their couches blest.
Though sorrow deep is forced to weep,
The words are dear to me,
Though from the urn none can return.
Yet we can go to thee.
Together rise and scale the skies,
In answer to the call.
When we rejoice to hail a voice,
That shall be heard by all.
And share that crown of vast renown
For which we lived and died,
And over there His likeness share,
We shall be satisfied.
Newspaper obituary, date and source unknown (Greene County, Pennsylvania)
Life's winter drear, oh mother dear,
To thee has passed away,
We feel bereft for thou has left
This tenement of clay.
Yet oft it seems in lands of dreams
That mother's here again,
With rapture wild, once more a child
That I with her remain.
But wake again to face with pain,
The stern reality,
That olden time in earthly clime
Is never more to be.
And day's fair light and gloomy night
Each other will succeed,
Thy absence still which none can fill,
Will leave our hearts to bleed.
And spring shall dawn on field and lawn
And feathered songsters sing,
And tree tops nod in praise to God,
And buds their blossoms bring.
The sun shall rise in vernal skies,
To gild the ocean wave,
But those bright rays in coming days
Will shine on mother's grave.
But why those tears? when days and years
Have bridged the gulf of time.
That separates twixt state and state
We'll meet in that fair clime.
Where God shall rise and from all eyes
Wipe off the bitter tear,
Where pain's sharp cry and sorrow's sigh
We never more shall hear.
Where death at last, and hell are cast
Into the lake of fire,
His reign is o'er, he finds no more
On which to vent his ire.
Wht should we weep when christians sleep
And take their needful rest;
Their sweet repose in Him who rose
And all their couches blest.
Though sorrow deep is forced to weep,
The words are dear to me,
Though from the urn none can return.
Yet we can go to thee.
Together rise and scale the skies,
In answer to the call.
When we rejoice to hail a voice,
That shall be heard by all.
And share that crown of vast renown
For which we lived and died,
And over there His likeness share,
We shall be satisfied.
Newspaper obituary, date and source unknown (Greene County, Pennsylvania)
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