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...CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON UNDOMESTICATED ANIMALS by BERTON BRALEY |