1 There’s a little cottage nestling underneath the maple trees,
And the honey-suckle twines around the door;
And the snowy window curtains flutter in the summer breeze;
O the picture haunts my mem’ry evermore.
My mother’s praying there for me,
Loving me wherever I may be;
Praying that her boy may know the christian’s joy,
My mother’s praying there for me.
2 There’s a silver brooklet rippling, making music i the glen,
Blending with the merry songs the robins sing;
But my mother’s voice is sweeter, pleading o’er and o’er again,
That the Lord would to Himself the wand’rer bring. [Refrain]
3 There’ll be gladness in that cottage, happy hallelujahs there,
I will write to mother ere I sleep tonight;
I have found the blessed Saviour, and in answer to her prayer,
God has brought me out of darkness into light. [Refrain]
Pseudonym: Lidie H. Edmunds.
Eliza Edmunds Hewitt was born in Philadelphia 28 June 1851. She was educated in the public schools and after graduation from high school became a teacher. However, she developed a spinal malady which cut short her career and made her a shut-in for many years. During her convalescence, she studied English literature. She felt a need to be useful to her church and began writing poems for the primary department. she went on to teach Sunday school, take an active part in the Philadelphia Elementary Union and become Superintendent of the primary department of Calvin Presbyterian Church.
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Display Title: Mother’s Praying ThereFirst Line: There's a little cottage nestling underneath the maple treesTune Title: [There’s a little cottage nestling underneath the maple trees]Author: Eliza E. HewittDate: 1921Subject: Prayer | ; Mothers |