The Mother’s Blessing

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The Mother’s Blessing

Oh, my soul had grown so weary

With its many cares opprest,

All my heart’s high aspirations

Languish’d in a prayer for rest.

I was like a lonely stranger

Pining in a distant land,

Bearing on her lips a language

None around her understand.

Longing for a close communion

With some kindred mind and heart,

But whose language is a jargon

Past her skill, and past her art.

God in mercy looked upon me,

Saw my fainting, pain and strife,

Sent to me a blest evangel,

Through the gates of light and life.

Then my desert leafed and blossom’d,

Beauty decked its deepest wild,

Hope and joy, peace and blessing,

Met me in my first-born child.

When the tiny hands, so feeble,

Brought me smiles and joyful tears,

Lifted from my life the shadows,

That had gathered there for years.

God, I thank thee for the blessing

That at last has crown’d my life,

Soothed its weary, lonely anguish,

Stay’d its fainting, calm’d its strife.

Gracious Parent! guard and shelter

In thine arms my darling child

Till she treads the streets of jasper,

Glorified and undefiled.