He sinks in tears by the camp-fire,
And breathes to Heaven a prayer,
He thinks of her heart-broken,
He thinks of her silvery hair;
He hears a voice, “I forgive you, dear,”
Then earth like Paradise seems,
He sees his mother once again
In the land of dreams.
A mother sits by an empty cot,
And weeps in the twilight grey,
Sad is her heart, dim are her eyes,
Baby has passed away;
“God’s will be done,” ah! the solemn words,
To her poor wounded heart brings joy,
Dreaming is she of the world ’yond the stars,
When she’ll meet her baby boy.