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 net !
Weary is young life when blighted,
Heavy this love unrequited!
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest!