Mother's Songs by Eben E. Rexford

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Apr 6, 1916

Mother's Songs

By Eben E. Rexford

OFTEN and often my thoughts go back Like wanderers over a time-worn track To the time when I knelt at my mother's knee And she sang at the twilight hour to me.

Oh, the dear old songs! I can see her eyes Aglow with the gladness of Paradise, As I fancy she'll sing in the streets of gold The hymns that she sang in the days of old.

“Mear,” and “Hebron,” and sweet “Siloam,” Telling of rest and of hope and home; And, dearest of all that she sang to me, Old “Rock of Ages,” and “Bethany.”

As she sang them over, her face grew bright, As if God's city was just in sight, And she saw the angels, and heard them sing By the great white throne, before the King.

Over her grave in the churchyard old The grass grows green, and the moss and mold Have almost hidden her name away On the marble that crumbles to dust to-day.

But still as of old, when the twilight falls, The voice of mother her children calls, And we come at her bidding, o'er leagues of space, To hear her sing in the old home-place.

— Eben E. Rexford, in the Christian Endeavor World.