MY MOTHER. -- A DREAM.
BY MARIE J. CLARE.
"There is none
I DREAMED that she lay dying --
And none had power to save;
Suns rose, suns set -- methought I stood
Above my mother's grave.
No heart wsa now with mine in life,
An icy weight was at my breast --
Gone! gone! I madly raised my eyes,
Then at my words grew black the skies --
"Jessie, dear Jessie," said a voice --
Then stealing to my mother's couch,
Godey's Lady's Book