Poem, undated
there peacefull to turn to Jesus—
he never would complain—
he came to save his Country,
yet Jesus too was slain.
1. I want to see my Mother,
oh, can't you call her here
it wouldn't seem so hard to die
to have my mother near.
my home is in the mountains,
up where the pine trees wave,
twas there i heard the bugle
calling for the brave.
oh, no she doesn't hear me,
she doesn't know my pain,
and she'll never, never see me
in my old seat again.
she's tending darling sister—
i've dreamed of her all day,
and i hear the little pratler
lisping, "Brudder far away", /
2 but i want to see my mother,
Her tender, loveing eye—
And hear her blessed, blessed voice
Close by me when i die.
I long to hear her footstep,
to hear her call my name,
to have her pray beside me
no other prays the same,
3 I want to clasp her dear hand,
and hold her to my heart,
and say, "God bless you mother",
once more before we part.
Mother! mother! come to me!
i cannot die alone.
come, quick, my angel mother,
oh, don't you hear me groan
5 O God! O Chaplain, hear me!
pray heaven will give me grace
to still this dying longing
to see my mothers face. /
6 yes, brother, God has heard you,
he's calmed my agony;
my sins are all forgiven now,
and he is all to me.
then tell my blessed mother
i'm dying peacefully—
Christ Jesus now is mother!
and he'll take care of me.
E.B.M.
DATABASE CONTENT
| (9848) | DL1013.105 | 101 | Letters |
Tags: Death (Military), Enlistment, Nature, Poetry, Religion, Unionism
SOURCES
Poem, undated, DL1013.105, Nau Collection
