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 Though God should call to Him above, Snatching away mine early love; An earthly mother wrap away From hence to realms of endless day; I would not bid our dear Lord spare, Because I’d have two Mothers there.

When I am with the countless dead, When wild weeds riot o’er my head, One boon I ask, one favor crave: Let one true mourner guard my grave, And let my soul seek regions fair, Because it has a Mother there.