Where they may stop to loose their earthly bands?
Oh, Mother—eyes so keen to probe the sorrows!
So quick to see the hurt and understand!
Do they not shine tonight from highest Heaven
Bright with the old-time courage, high and grand?
Oh, Mother—heart so wise and tender—
That has not died, nor failed, but lived and wrought
In deeds and words—in daily work and action—
In lovely memory and blessed thought!
Oh, Mother—love that lives past death and parting!