Page:Hemans in Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine 29 1831.pdf/4



And must I turn away? —Hark, hark!—it is my mother's voice I hear, Sadder than once it seem'd—yet soft and clear— Doth she not seem to pray?

My name!—I caught the sound! Oh! blessed tone of love—the deep, the mild— Mother, my mother! Now receive thy child, Take back the Lost and Found!