Rhymes of a Rolling Stone

The Mother

     There will be a singing in your heart,
     There will be a rapture in your eyes;
     You will be a woman set apart,
     You will be so wonderful and wise.
     You will sleep, and when from dreams you start,
     As of one that wakes in Paradise,
     There will be a singing in your heart,
     There will be a rapture in your eyes.

     There will be a moaning in your heart,
     There will be an anguish in your eyes;
     You will see your dearest ones depart,
     You will hear their quivering good-byes.
     Yours will be the heart-ache and the smart,
     Tears that scald and lonely sacrifice;
     There will be a moaning in your heart,
     There will be an anguish in your eyes.

     There will come a glory in your eyes,
     There will come a peace within your heart;
     Sitting 'neath the quiet evening skies,
     Time will dry the tear and dull the smart.
     You will know that you have played your part;
     Yours shall be the love that never dies:
     You, with Heaven's peace within your heart,
     You, with God's own glory in your eyes.