Sixty-five years ago today To me came light and love In this same room where now I stand As God watched from above; Within the quiet of this room My mother's face I see, While golden scenes from long ago Once more come back to me. Of all the group that gathered here Upon that fateful day, The babe alone doth now survive. As here I kneel and pray I think that mother watches still, And is not far away, And that she loves her baby yet, Though now full grown and gray. Jehovah, Father, hear my cry As here I kneel to Thee; Now bless me for my mother's sake, And heed her prayers for me. May I be true unto my tasks On earth while I remain As I depart this sacred spot Into the world again. For mother's love just seems to blend Into the love divine, So sacred and so holy like It must resemble Thine. And as I meet with mother here Within this room today, I seem to feel her loving touch And hear her gently say: "My son, in Christ we live again In mansions built above, Whose precious stones are every one A word or deed of love. Hold not the things of earth too dear That are but for a day, But lay thy treasure up in Heav'n Which will not pass away." I seem to hear her laughter ring Through these old rooms once more, And oft I think I hear her step Just coming through the door. This house, which once was bright with love, Now seems so cold and gray, 'Tis eighty years, or more, since she Romped herea child at play. 'Twas in the room across the hall Her marriage vows were said; While father's heart was filled with pride, In love those two were wed. The brilliant scene is of the past The golden days of old, The room is now a memory, So silent and so cold. Within the room where I was born, I saw grandfather die My childish mind was filled with awe As I was standing by. With reverence I breathe a prayer As I turn to depart God of my fathers evermore Dwell in my soul and heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIMBO by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE ARABELLA STUART by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT CONCLUDING VERSES, AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM AN AUTUMNAL MORNING WALK by BERNARD BARTON THE IDLER'S CALENDAR; MAY: THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |