Fordham, Mary Weston
|MRS. LOUISE B. WESTON.|
My Mother! With the angels now,
Life's race completely run;
The Pilgrim's cross is laid aside,
The Christian's crown is won.
Full two-score years has thy frail bark
Relentlessly been driven,
Along the rugged shoals of time--
Now safely moored in heaven.
Some vision bright of Eden's land--
Some glimpse from Nebo's crest--
So ravished thy enraptured soul,
Then panting for its rest,
That when the City bathed in gold
Full burst upon your sight,
You would not tarry with us more;
Your spirit took its flight.
My Mother, when life's sands run low,
In love, in kindness come,
And take the spirit of thy child,
And bid her "welcome home."