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From The Freemason's Monthly Magazine, 1865:

I HAVE NO MOTHER NOW!
Mrs. M. F. Rounds.

I HEAR the soft wind sighing
Through every bush and tree,
Where now dear mother's lying
Away from love and me.
Tears from my eyes are starting,
And sorrow shades my brow;
Oh! mournful was our parting—
I have no mother now!

I see the pale moon shining
On mother's white head-stone—
The rose bush round it twining,
Is here—like me—alone;
And just like me are weeping
These dew-drops from the bough;
Long time has she been sleeping—
I have no mother now!

My heart is ever lonely,
My life is drear and sad—
'Twas her dear presence only
That made my spirit glad.
From morning until even,
Care rests upon my brow;
She's gone from me, to Heaven—
I have no mother now!