Remembrance
Mother, mother. Doth you remember
Your dearest son in grief forgotten?
Does our labor in harsh December
Cry to the soul of your corpse rotten?
How happy we were, mother! Even
Though in the forests we endured pain,
And at times our lives were brought to ruin;
Our spirits always relished the rain!
Mother, mother. Your smile I recall
That stormy twilight under the tree,
Our faces so gladdened by rainfall
O! Would that its mien returned to me!
And did you ever in billowing time
Spoil your temper so calm and serene?
And did I ever for precious dime
Forsake your helpless sight in the green?
Mother, mother. Too swift I lost you
On a jaded, melancholic day;
The forests spring forth their leaves anew
And so shall it be with my dismay.
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