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Since Yesterday
                  Since Yesterday

 

“  Where has she gone since Yesterday,

     And left us lonely here?

Tonight she seems so far away

    Who yesterday was near;

No map of ours on sea or land

    That journeying may trace

We only know she’s reached her Home,

    And seen her Father’s Face.

 

“  And, oh, she knows since Yesterday,

     And she’ll be learning fast;

The mists of earth are cleared away.

    The mysteries are past;

The sun of Truth in radiance glows

    All shadowless and bright,

Undimmed by any cloud of Earth

    Undarkened by its light.

 

“And she has grown since Yesterday,

    And she’ll be growing still;

The bonds of Time and Sense and Space

    That irked the eager will

Were dropped like shackles from the soul

    In that first upward flight,

The weary body frets no more

    The spirit freed and light.

 

“O dear familiar Yesterday !

    O sad and strange Today !

Yet who would call the glad soul back

    To rouse the resting clay ?

Or who could wish that she might share

    Our Morrow’s toil and strife,

Who, loosed from Death and all its pains,

    Has entered in to Life ? “

 

 

                                                            __ Annie Johnson Flint
 
JANIECE PEEPLES May 2, 2015
 
MOTHER'S DAY 2015

Rock Me to Sleep

By Elizabeth Akers Allen
Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight!
Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
Take me again to your heart as of yore;
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—      
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,—      
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—   
Take them, and give me my childhood again!
I have 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 base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep;—   
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures,—      
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—      
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—   
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—      
Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
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    Rock Me to Sleep

    By Elizabeth Akers Allen
    Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
    Make me a child again just for tonight!
    Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
    Take me again to your heart as of yore;
    Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
    Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
    Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—      
    Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

    Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
    I am so weary of toil and of tears,—      
    Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—   
    Take them, and give me my childhood again!
    I have 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 base, the untrue,
    Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
    Many a summer the grass has grown green,
    Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
    Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
    Long I tonight for your presence again.
    Come from the silence so long and so deep;—   
    Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

    Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
    No love like mother-love ever has shone;
    No other worship abides and endures,—      
    Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
    None like a mother can charm away pain
    From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
    Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—      
    Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

    Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
    Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
    Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
    Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
    For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
    Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;
    Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—   
    Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

    Mother, dear mother, the years have been long
    Since I last listened your lullaby song:
    Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
    Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.
    Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,
    With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
    Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—      
    Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!
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      Rock Me to Sleep

      By Elizabeth Akers Allen
      Backward, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,
      Make me a child again just for tonight!
      Mother, come back from the echoless shore,
      Take me again to your heart as of yore;
      Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
      Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;
      Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—      
      Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

      Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!
      I am so weary of toil and of tears,—      
      Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—   
      Take them, and give me my childhood again!
      I have 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 base, the untrue,
      Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
      Many a summer the grass has grown green,
      Blossomed and faded, our faces between:

      Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,

      Long I tonight for your presence again.

      Come from the silence so long and so deep;—   

      Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

      Over my heart, in the days that are flown,

      No love like mother-love ever has shone;

      No other worship abides and endures,—      

      Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:

      None like a mother can charm away pain

      From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.

      Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;—      

      Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

      Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,

      Fall on your shoulders again as of old;

      Let it drop over my forehead tonight,

      Shading my faint eyes away from the light;

      For with its sunny-edged shadows once more

      Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;

      Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—   

      Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

      Mother, dear mother, the years have been long

      Since I last listened your lullaby song:

      Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem

      Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.

      Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,

      With your light lashes just sweeping my face,

      Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—      

      Rock me to sleep, mother, – rock me to sleep!

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