About this collectionThe Colored Soldier Boy!
JOHNSON’S CARD & JOB PRINTING OFFICE, No. 7 North Tenth St., Phila.
The Colored Soldier Boy!
My poor old mother and I did part, when I was very young,
Her memory still clings round my heart, like mystic morning
hung;
They tell me of my mother’s form, she watched me while I
slept,
And with her dark and gentle hand, she wiped the tears I
wept.
And that same hand that held my own, when I began to
walk,
The joys that sparkled in her eyes, when I began to talk;
I remember well when I was ill, she kissed my burning brow,
The tears that fell upon my cheeks, I think I feel them now.
And then she used to kneel with me, how gloomy was that
day,
She put her hands up to her breast, and taught me how to
pray;
Oh, mother! mother! in this breast, thy image still shall be,
And I will strive unto the last, to always think of thee.
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