To the lone mother by her childless ingle,
Bright as a star thy radiant face appears;
And golden hopes, like morning sunbeams, mingle
With the pure fountain of her joyous tears.
Fades the dark memory of long nights of sorrow;
Her worn cheek glows; her heart’s wild doubtings cease.
To Love and Home, her boy shall come to-morrow,
Borne in thy pitying arms, blest dawn of peace.
Delighted childhood flings white chains of daisies,
As Youth’s best offering, at thy gracious feet;