BY MRS. S. E. WIRICK. To be a prisoner's mother That sets the mind a-whirling To be a prisoner's mother To visit him in prison, To be a prisoner's mother To say, "Farewell, my darling"— No resting place but heaven, Our home so drear and lonely An empty bed, a missing plate, No balm on earth to heal our hearts "Honor and shame from no condition rise; |