The Gray Hairs of my Mother
E. NASON & CO. SONG PUBLISHERS, 120 Fulton Street, New York
The Gray Hairs of My Mother.
The gray hairs of my mother,
This trees, this tress recalls them now;
Again I see them cluster
In beauty, in beauty ’round her brow—
Oh! tender are the mem’ries
That wake from out the past:
I live again life’s morning,
Too beautiful, too beautiful to last.
Once more I kneel, at twilight,
In childhood’s simple, earnest prayer;
Once more I see the homestead,
And all, and all the blessings there—
Oh! lovely tress of silver,
Whatever cares may be,
My heart, in all its trials,
Is nearer Heaven, is nearer Heaven for thea.