Oh! mother, mine, mother, mine, come to me now,
With a touch of thy hand sweep the care from my brow;
Oh, come, on the wings of the silences come,
Dear mother, my own, as you reigned in our home.
Oh! mother, mine, mother, mine, come now at eve.
I sit in the gloaming, in loneliness grieve;
The world is so selfish, so cold and unkind,
Sweet solace for pain in thy love I would find.
Oh! mother, mine, mother, mine, hear me, I pray!
In the silence of night, blot the sorrows of day;
And point me away from the earth and its care.
To the beautiful dwelling—that mansion so fair,
Where mother, mine, mother mine, waiteth for me,
With loved ones who’re watching my barque on life’s sea—
Who’ll stretch out their welcoming hands from the shore,
When I reach the glad haven, all buffetings o’er.