Bohemian legends and other poems/Made of the Earth

MADE OF THE EARTH.

 

Made of the earth, to earth I came
⁠And on the earth my senses found,
Well contented that the same
⁠Earth should be my burying ground.
⁠Lord make me happy then,
⁠Lord make me happy then.

Where, ah, where, are the loving hands
⁠Of my long-lost tender mother,
Who rocked me with hopeful hands
⁠And loved me as no other.
⁠When I was a wee one,
⁠When I was a wee one.

They are no more, alas! no more!
⁠Long they sleep in the cold, dark earth;
How forget the love they bore
⁠To me, and their honest worth.
⁠How thank all their goodness,
⁠How thank all their goodness.