This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ... Gaze upon her living eyes, And mirror back her love for thee, -- Hereafter thou mayst shudder sighs To meet them when they cannot see. Gaze upon her living eyes! Press her lips the while they glow With love that they have often told, -- Hereafter thou mayst press in woe, And kiss them till thine own are cold. Press her lips the while they glow! Oh, revere her raven hair! Although it be not silver-gray -- Too early Death, led on by Care, May snatch save one dear lock away. Oh, revere her raven hair! Pray for her at eve and morn, That Heaven may long the stroke defer; For thou mayst live the hour forlorn When thou wilt ask to die with her. Pray for her at eve and morn! TO MY MOTHER By Robert Haven Schauffler I see your face as on that calmer day When from my infant eyes it passed away Beyond these petty cares and questionings Beyond this sphere of sordid human things -- The trampled field of time's capricious play. Bright with more mother-love than tongue can say, Stern with the sense of foes in strong array, Yet hopeful, with no hopefulness earth brings -- I see your face. O gracious guarder from the primrose way, O loving guide when wayward feet would stray, O inspiration sweet when the heart sings, O patient ministrant to sufferings, Down the long road, madonna mia, may I see your face. MY MOTHER'S BIBLE By George Pope Morr1s This book is all that's left me now, -- Tears will unbidden start, -- With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart. For many generations past Here is our family tree; My mother's hands this Bible clasped, She, dying, gave it me. Ah! well do I remember those Whose names these records bear; Who round the hearthstone used to close, After the evening prayer, And speak of what these pages said In...