Mother! Oh, Sing Me to Rest

Mother! oh, sing me to rest
As in my bright days departed:
Sing to thy child, the sick-hearted,
Songs for a spirit oppress’d.

Lay this tired head on thy breast!
Flowers from the night-dew are closing,
Pilgrims and mourners reposing:
Mother! oh, sing me to rest!

Take back thy bird to its nest!
Weary is young life when blighted,
Heavy this love unrequited;
--Mother, oh! sing me to rest!