4510581Poems — Alone and so WearyMartha A. Smith

ALONE AND SO WEARY.


Alone and so weary I pine for sweet rest;
To my bosom my youngest so fondly I've press'd;
Apart from this world I have one tender heart
That loveth so fondly oft makes the tears start.

Dear Mattie, my darling, when this brief life is past,
Loving angels will bear thee to heaven at last.
Remember, my darling, when I'm called to rest
From this world-weary struggle, that I loved you the best.

For you have never, darling, caused mother heart pain;
And I trust that in beauty and love you'll remain.
You have been my heart's comfort on many a day,
When so earnestly to God my sad heart would pray—

That grief so heart-rending might from me depart;
The wrongs heaped upon me were breaking my heart.
When thou, dearest comforter, to my lone heart I press'd,
Like a wounded dove nestling so close to my breast.

Sweet Mattie, my darling, a kind blessing given,
So greatly thou hast smooth'd my pathway to heaven.
Though deep griefs oppress me and sorrows may rend,
On thy loving affection I could ever depend.

My darling, I love thee with all my true heart;
Dear to memory ever till from earth I depart.
There my loving spirit will watch thee from above;
Will guard thee so tenderly till I clasp thee with love.

Farewell, my dear loved ones, when gone to my God,
Do not forget mother resting beneath the cold sod.