What is home without a mother,
What are all the joys we meet?
When her loving smile no longer
Greets the coming coming of our feet;
The days seem long, the nights are drear,
And time rolls slowly on:
And oh how few are childhoods pleasures,
When her gentle care is gone.
Things we prize are first to vanish;
Hearts we love to pass away.
And how soon, e'en in our childhood,
We behold her turning turning gray;
Her eye grows dim, her step is slow,
Her joys of earth are past:
And sometimes 'ere we learn to know her,
She hath breath'd on earth on earth her last.
Older hearts may have their sorrows,
Griefs that quickly die away;
But a mother lost in childhood,
Grieves the heart from day to day.
We miss her kind, her willing hand;
Her fond and earnest care:
And oh! how dark is life around us,
What is home without her there.
Hawthorne, Alice, "What is Home Without a Mother?" (1854). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1559.
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