A MOTHER'S EYE.

Southland Times, Issue 1572, 3 May 1872, Page 3

A MOTHER'S EYE.

By John G-. Smith. i. This world hath pleasures and charms enow, It hath wreaths to deck the warrior's brow, It hath stars and crowns and jewelled things, To sate the pride and the pomp of kings, It hath lands and titles and wealth untold, It hath priceless gems and shining gold ; But nothing it hath can ever vie, With the love that beams from a Mother's eye. 11. In yonder land where the palm trees wave Their quivering leaves o'er the toil worn slave, O'er the hissing lash and the rattling chain, The mangle 1 limb and the tortured brain, O'er hell- born wrongs that have all but effaced Affection's form from the dark man's breast, Yes ! there' mid the depths of her heart- heaved sigh The love-tears fall from a Mother's eye. 111. From hoary Greenland's ice-bound Bteep To the myriad isles of the Southern deep — Livea there a being, since time began, x Who boasts the name and the heart of man, Whate'er his creed, his clime, or his hue, Be he pagan false or Christian true, Who feels not that all memories die, But the angel love of a Mother's eye. IV. Oh ! 'tis not vain — we have felt its power In the darksome shades of affliction's hour, When fri ends were false and the skies were drear, And the world like Autumn leaves was. sere, When the billows hewed and my bark was tossed, When joy had set, and hope was lost, Through the tempest clouds that hid the sky, One star beamed bright — My Mother's eye. v. Long years have fled since the grave mould fell O'er the slumbering form we loved so well, Long years have fled since the violet's bloom Wept tears of dew o'er her early tomb, Long years may fleet o'er our pilgrim path, Ere we rest in the darksome bed of death — But our wanderings o'ar we will bask on high, 'JSeath the angel love of a Mother's eye.