Just in time for Mother's Day:

"ROCK ME TO SLEEP, MOTHER"

Elizabeth Akers Allan Portland, Maine Civil war Journalist \ War correspondent 1860

Back-ward, turn back-ward, 0 time in your flight,

Make me a child again just for to-night!

Mother, come back from the echoless shore,

Take me again to your heart as of yore;

Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,

Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;

Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; -

Rock me to sleep, Mother, - rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, 0 tide of the years!

I am so weary of toil and of tears, -

Toil without recompense, tears all in vain, -

Take them, and give me my childhood again!

I have grown weary of dust and decay, -

Weary of flinging my soul-wealth* away;

Weary of sowing for others to reap;-

Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,

Mother, 0 mother, my heart calls for you!

Many a summer the grass has grown green,

Blossomed and faded, our faces between:

Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,

Long I to-night for your presence again.

Come from the silence so long and so deep;

Rock me to sleep, mother, - rock me to sleep!

* One version prints as "Soul-Wreath"

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long

since I last listened your lullaby song:

Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem

Womanhood's years have been only a dream.

Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,

With your light lashes just brushing my face,

Never hereafter to wake or to weep; -

Rock me to sleep, mother, - rock me to sleep!

Over my heart, in the days that have flown,

No love like mother-love ever has shone;

No other worship abides and endures,

Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:

None like a mother can charm away pain

From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.

Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;

Rock me to sleep, mother,- rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,

Fall on your shoulders again as of old;

Let it drop over my forehead to-night,

Shading my faint eyes away from the light;

For with it's sunny-edged shadows once more

Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;

Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep; -

Rock me to sleep. mother. - rock me to sleep!^^^