Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. My Mother's Love (continued)

   

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   And through the lengthening years, in joy or care,
   E'em to the gates of death, the portal fair
   Of Heaven above.
   My heart shall bless and love the gentle power
   Which guides my faltering steps from natal hour,
   My Mother's love.

   

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2. Longing

   

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   How often in the after years when time
   Has touched us whitely with his frosty rime,
   In silent moments never spoken of,
   We long to know again a mother's love.
   Bright gold, lard labor's guerdon, may be ours,
   And fame have brought is satisfying dowers;
   Yet in a moment when our life has all -
   All would we give to hear her gently call.

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh