The Home Circle.
[Conducted bv LINDA.] “IT’S ME.” Your pardon, dear departed shade Of Lindley Murray. Sweetly sleep. I’ve broken rules so wisely made, But heed me not. Oh let me keep This one faint touch of childish speech Adown the vista of the years. Past joys and sorrows, hopes mid fears, To far-off days my fond thoughts reach There, where a mother’s gentle hands Held charge of life’s slow-falling sands* How often when between us stood A wall of brick, a door of wood, «I’ts me ! it’s me!” has opened wide An entrance, placed me by her side. Oh, sainted mother I I would twine Some sweet rememberance-buds to-day Your mem’ry round, this heart of mine Could ne’er, with all its love, repay. F. A. H.
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Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 9, 2 June 1894, Page 11
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127The Home Circle. Southern Cross, Volume 2, Issue 9, 2 June 1894, Page 11
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