Martinsburg Gazette And Public Advertiser

POETRY.

THERE'S MUSIC IN A MOTHER'S VOICE.

There's music in a mother's voice,
More sweet than breezes sighing;
There's kindness in a mother's glance,
Too pure for ever dying.

There's love within a mother's breast,
So deep, 'tis still o'erflowing,
And care for those she calls her own,
That's ever, ever growing.

There's anguish in a mother's tear,
When farewell fondly taking,
That so the heart of pity moves,
It scarcely keeps from breaking.

And when a mother kneels to Heaven,
And for her child is praying,
Oh, who shall half the fervour tell
That burns in all she's saying!

A mother! how her tender arts
Can soothe the breast of sadness
And thro' the gloom of life once more
Bid shine the sun of gladness.

A mother! when like evening's star,
Her course hath ceased before us,
From brighter worlds regards us still,
And watches fondly o'er us.