There's Music In A Mother's Voice

There's muslc In a motber'6 voice. More sweet tnan brcez"8 elïhlng ; Tbere's kind nes in a mother's glanco. Too pure for ever dylne. There's love within a motber's breast, 80 deep, 't!s stlll o'erflowlng. And eire for thobe shc calis her owu, That's ever, ever growing. Tbere's ansrulsh Id a mother'B tear, When iaroweü fondly taklDSr, That EO the hcart of pity moves Itscarcely kceps f rom breaklng. ADd when a mother kneels to Heaven, And for her child is praying, Oh vhat shall half the fervor teil That burns in all she's sayiug. A mother, how her tender arts Can sootbfc the breast of sadneSB 1 And t.hroub the gloom of Ufe once more Bid s'Jne the eun of gladne6e. A mother! when, like tvening star, Her course Iikb ceaeed before us, From brighter worlds rpgards us stlll, And watches fondlv o'er UB.