...grown weary of dust and decay, Weary of Singing my soul-wealth away, Weary of sowing for others to reap : Rock me to sleep, Mother — rock me to sleep...Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue : Mother, О Mother ! my heart call« for you ! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and fadea,...

...me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep ! 3 "Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue ; Mother, 0 Mother ! my heart calls for you! Many a summer, the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded, our face between ; Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I to night for your presence again...

...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. " Tired of the hollow, the hase, the untrue, Mother, 0 mother, my heart calls for you. Two weary summers the grass has grown green,...

...dust and decay, Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away, Weary of sowing for others to reap, — Bock me to sleep, mother — rock me to sleep. • " Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, 0 mother, my heart calls for you. Two weary summers the grass has grown green, Blossomed, and faded,...

...grown weary of toil 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. Tired of the hollow, the base, and untrue, Mother, 0 mother, my heart calls for you ! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed...

...mother — roek me to sleep ! of the hollow, the base, the untrue ; Mother, oh, mother, my heart ealls for you ! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and faded — our faees between — Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain, Long I to-night for your presenee again...

...and thrilling words of the poet spoken: — " Tired of the hollow, the base, and untrue, Mother, oh, mother, my heart calls for you ! Many a summer the...faded, our faces between,— Yet with strong yearning uml passionate pain, Long I to-night for your presence again ; — Come from the silence so long and...

...and thrilling words of the poet spoken : — " Tired of the hollow, the base, and untrue, Mother, oh, mother, my heart calls for you ! Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossomed and iaded, our faces between, — Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain, • Long I to-night for...

...Weary of flinging my soul- wreath away, Weary of sowing for others to reap : Rock me to sleep, Father, rock me to sleep ! " Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Father, O Father, my heart calls for you ; Many a morning the grass hath grown green, Blossomed and...

...world-weary brain ; Shtmber's sweet calm o'er my heavy lids creep ; — .. Eock me to sleep, mother ! Eock me to sleep ! Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, Mother, oh ! mother, my heart calls for you ; Many a summer the grass has grown green, Blossom'd and faded,...