THE RING MY MOTHER WORE.
Copyright, 1880, by Beck & Lawton.
The earth has many treasures rare in gems and golden ore;
My heart bath one more precious far-the ring my mother wore.
I saw it first when I, a child, was playing by her side;
She told me then 'twas father's gift when she became his bride.
I saw it oft In sorrow's hours, which marked the after years,
When shining on the soft, white hand that wiped away my tears.
And O, I saw it once again when, on her dying bed,
She lifted up her hands in prayer, And laid them on my head.
Beside that bed where fell my tears the ring to me was given;
She placed it on my band and said, We'll meet again in heaven.
I kissed the cheek I oft had pressed, from which the rose had fled,
And, bowed with grief, stood motherless, alone beside the dead.
Among the blest, in realms above, where sorrows are unknown,
O, may I meet my mother dear, no more to weep alone.
Her dying words of love and faith I'll cherish evermore
Within the heart which holds so dear the ring my mother wore.