Poetry of Kansas
 

Mother Is Dead

In memory of sister, Mattie Monson.
 
Mother is dead, those dear hands are
        folded;
Hands that have labored from morn-
        ing till late.
Jesus has clasped them while cross-
        ing the portal,
Leading her in through the beautiful
        gate.
Often and often at Sabbath day
        dawning,
How they have dressed all the little
        ones clean;
Led them to Sunday school, lovingly,
        guiding,
Teaching them early on Jesus to lean.
 
Mother is dead, those lips now are
 silent,
Lips that have truly said, "Thy will
 be done.
Into Thy hands, O dear Lord, I com-
        mit them,"
Breathing a prayer for each dearly
 loved one.
Also a prayer for the dear loved com-
        panion,
Asking a blessing to rest on his head,
That he remaineth a kind, Christian
        father;
With care for the children as mother
        is dead.
 
Daughter is dead, O weep not, dear
        mother,
It is all right, no more sorrow or
        pain,
In my Father's house there are many
        bright mansions,
There I will meet all the loved ones
        again.
Sister is dead, 0 weep not, dear
        sister,
Companions in childhood no more
        will we meet;
'Till each cross the river of death and
        are landed,
To dwell with the ransomed at
        Jesus' feet.

__Nettie Squire Sutton.

A Book of Poems
Nettie Squire Sutton
(Minneapolis, KS: Messenger Press. n.d.)
Pages 10-11
 

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