Her children arise up, and call her blessed.@Proverbs 31:28
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Johnson Oatman, Jr. (1856–1922)

Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1906.

Aksim William M. Golden, 1906 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William M. Golden (1878–1934)

When I reach my home eternal,
Reach that city bright and fair,
When I stand among the angels,
Will my mother know me there?

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Yes, I know that she will know me,
In those mansions bright and fair;
Mother’s love can ne’er forget me,
And I’m sure she’ll know me there.

I have changed with changing seasons,
I am bent with toil and care;
Do you think she will remember,
Will my mother know me there?

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Oft for me my mother wrestled,
When she used to kneel in prayer;
Do you think that she’ll forget me,
Will my mother know me there?

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Mother’s face has been a beacon,
O’er a sea of deep despair;
I shall look for her up yonder,
Will my mother know me there?

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