As I Wandered Round The Homestead,
Many A Dear Familiar Spot
Brought Within My Recollection
Scenes I’d Seemingly Forgot;
There, The Orchard Meadow, Yonder
Here, The Deep, Old-Fashioned Well,
With Its Old Moss-Covered Bucket,
Sent A Thrill No Tongue Can Tell.

Though The House Was Held By Strangers,
All Remained The Same Within;
Just As When A Child I Rambled
Up And Down, And Out And In ;
To The Garret Dark Ascending
Once A Source Of Childish Dread
Peering Through The Misty Cobwebs,
Lo ! I Saw My Cradle Bed.

Quick I Drew It From The Rubbish
Covered O’er With Dust So Long :
When, Behold, I Heard In Fancy
Strains Of One Familiar Song,
Often Sung By My Dear Mother
To Me In That Cradle Bed
Hush, My Dear, Lie Still And Slumber !
Holy Angels Guard Thy Bed !
While I Listen To The Music

Stealing On In Gentle Strain,
I Am Carried Back To Childhood
I Am Now A Child Again
‘Tis The Hour Of My Retiring,
At The Dusky Eventide ;
Near My Cradle Bed I’m Kneeling,
As Of Yore, By Mother’s Side.

Hands Are On My Head So Loving,
As They Were In Childhood’s Days;
I, With Weary Tones, Am Trying
To Repeat The Words She Says ;
‘Tis A Prayer In Language Simple
As A Mother’s Lips Can Frame :
Father, Thou Who Art In Heaven,
Hallowed, Ever, Be Thy Name.

Prayer Is Over To My Pillow
With A Good-Night Kiss I Creep,
Scarcely Waking While I Whisper,
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep.
Then My Mother, O’er Me Bending,
Prays In Earnest Words, But Mild
Hear My Prayer, O Heavenly Father,
Bless, Oh Bless, My Precious Child !

Yet I Am But Only Dreaming
Ne’er I’ll Be A Child Again ;
Many Years Has That Dear Mother
In The Quiet Graveyard Lain ;
But Her Blessed Angel Spirit
Daily Hovers O’er My Head,
Calling Me From Earth To Heaven,
Even From My Cradle Bed.

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