TO WILLIE.
Willie, may thy life abound
In every choicest pleasure;
And ever may thy heart be found
True to thy loving mother.
Ever keep her memory near,
Wherever you may wander;
You'll never find one so dear
As thy own loving mother.
Wherever you may wander;
You'll never find one so dear
As thy own loving mother.
Never grieve her tender heart:
It may not be much longer
Ere you're call'd upon to part
With thy own loving mother.
It may not be much longer
Ere you're call'd upon to part
With thy own loving mother.
Love her truly ere life's fled,
That no regret may linger
When within her clay-cold bed
At last shall rest thy mother.
That no regret may linger
When within her clay-cold bed
At last shall rest thy mother.
Then when the eve of life declines,
And thou art called away,
May thy light there brightly shine,
In spirit-love with mother.
And thou art called away,
May thy light there brightly shine,
In spirit-love with mother.
Dear Willie, ere I bid adieu,
I trust that you'll remember
The one who penn'd these lines to yon,
Thy own true loving mother.
I trust that you'll remember
The one who penn'd these lines to yon,
Thy own true loving mother.