64a. The mother at rest

1 She sleeps--a weary one--
Rash boy, arouse her not;
Her slumbers will be past full soon,
For toilsome is her lot.

2 She sleeps--be quiet, now,
Thou young and thoughtless child,
Look on thy mother's placid brow,
Thy words be low and mild.

3 Through many a silent night
She's watch'd with thee alone;
And found no joy with morning light,
When joy from thee was gone.

4 When sickness laid thee low,
She sat beside thy bed;
When fever burn'd upon thy brow,
Her cool hand there was laid.

5 Then softly, gently tread,
And speak in accents low;
How soon she'll sleep as sleep the dead,
O child, thou canst not know.

Text Information
First Line: She sleeps--a weary one
Title: The mother at rest
Language: English
Publication Date: 1855
Tune Information
Name: THE MOTHER AT REST
Meter: S. M.
Key: A Major



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