On the Death of his aged Mother. <br /> <br />Mourn not, my Christian friend:-thy late removed, <br />Thy sainted mother, cherished and beloved, <br />In Jesus fell asleep.-Oh sorrow not <br />As those who have no hope! Be ne'er forgot <br />The hand Divine, that to thy filial love <br />Consigned the sacred trust.-God will approve <br />The watchful care, the tender, pious zeal, <br />The ceaseless ministrations to her weal <br />With which thou sought'st her helpless age to guard, <br />And pour into thy bosom rich reward- <br />Yet oft thine eye will glance, thine ear will strain, <br />As if to see the form revered again; <br />As if once more the feeble voice to hear; <br />A mother's voice for ever true and dear. <br />The couch is empty, and the voice is gone; <br />Thou standest by her vacant chair alone: <br />Yet not alone, thy mother's God and thine <br />Sets in this cloud of tears the bow divine- <br />The rainbow of His promise, fair and free; <br />According to thy day thy strength shall be. <br />And she, the partner of thy life and heart, <br />She who in all thy sorrows bears a part- <br />And he, thy tender plant, thy duteous boy, <br />May both with thee through lengthened years enjoy <br />The tranquil bliss of calm domestic love, <br />And blest re-union in the home above!<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-william-logan/
