This section is from the book "Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: A Guide To Correct Writing", by Thos. E. Hill. Also available from Amazon: Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: The How-To-Do-Everything Book Of Victorian America.
BY FLORENCE PERCY.
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 1
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 a mother's 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 calm 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 Happy 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 to your lullaby song; Sing, then, and unto my heart 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!
554 "O, TELL HER, MY FRIEND, THAT I MISS HER SO MUCH."