Watching over the child, she left
Of a mother’s loving care, bereft.
Time passed; and then there came another
To care for her child: a second mother.
God bless her to-night in her distant home,
And when her last hour of earth shall come,
May the mother who bore us take her hand,
And welcome her into the “Summer Land.”
Ere I reached the years of maidenhood
By a father’s dying bed I stood;—