ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.

Backward, turn backward, O 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, O 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, O 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.

Over my heart, in the days that are 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 its 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.

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 sweeping my face,

Never hereafter to wake or to weep--

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

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