THE LETTER CAME AT LAST.
Copyright, 1887, by T. B. Harms & Co.
The letter came at last, tho' many years bad past,
'Twas written by a mother's loving band;
It told bow far away she sorrowed day by day,
To see her boy who roamed a distant land.
The cottage-light bad shone thro' nights so dark and lone,
To welcome him when ev'ry grief was past;
"Come back, my darling boy, my only hope and joy I"
With tears she wrote-the letter came at last.
It was from a white-haired mother who had loved him as no other,
But now his weary soul from earth had past;
They laid it on his breast when he had gone to rest,
Tho' years had flown, the letter came at last.
How often would be wait 'till day was growing late.
Then sighing turn away-no letter came;
He seemed by all forgot, so hapless was his lot,
Ab! did the loved ones ever breathe his name?
"To-morrow I may bear," he sighed from year to year,
"To-morrow all my sorrow will be past!"
That longing heart was still, and far from earthly ill,
When to her boy the letter came at last.-Chorus.