Sing it, Mother! sing it low; Deem it not an idle lay. In the heart 'twill ebb and flow All the life-long way. Sing it, Mother! softly sing, While he slumbers on thy knee; All that after-years may bring Shall flow back to thee. Sing it, Mother, Love is strong! When the tears of manhood fall, Echoes of thy cradle-song Shall its peace recall. Sing it, Mother! when his ear Catcheth first the Voice Divine, Dying, he may smile to hear What he deemeth thine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LWONESOMENESS by WILLIAM BARNES THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN FIDELITY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE OLD SCHOOL HOUSE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |