Tlifi midnight stars are gleaming Upen lier silent grave ; Now sleepest without dreamiug Thé form we couM not save. The cloud of grief is keepiugj lts shadoivs on my brow, Oh ! Díame me bot for weeping - I have no mother now. No mother now to l)Iess me, With Jove sincero and tiue ; No mother to caiess me, As slu! was wout to do. No mother ! Grief is keeping lts cloud upon my brow, Oh ! blHine me not tor weeping - I have no mother now!