A poor convict in his cell lay dying: He asked his cell-mate, in a whisper, "If I should die before I see them To have my mother's blessed care Oh! how he longed to see his mother "God bless them all," I heard him whisper, "Will they think of me—a prisoner— While I sleep in the churchyard yonder "I know I've caused them lots of trouble But I hope that God will now forgive me "I know it broke my mother's heart Who five long years did serve in prison "Has Sister "Minn," whom I used to play with If she has, I vow I can not blame her, "There's but one wish I now shall mention— And when she asks for me in prison "Here, take this to my dear old mother! But it's all I've got to give her now— And when he handed me the keepsake He clenched my hand and uttered "Mother!" May all young men now take fair warning Guard strong against temptation's dawning— In your younger days court good, shun evil; When you make life's start then do not cavil— |