The Lilacs

I ALWAYS think of mother, when The lilac tree's in bloom, It seems her soul comes back again Upon its sweet perfume. And every opal spire that sways Out in the summer sun Brings back the good old golden days Before her work was done. 'T was there her smile seemed sweetest, and 'T was there her eyes were brightest, 'T was there that gentlest was her hand, And there her heart was lightest. And now when blooms the lilac tree I feel that she is near me, Come back again the flowers to see, To comfort and to cheer me. All mothers love a lilac tree, And that is why I love it; The blossoms know, it seems to me, That angels bend above it. And when the blooms return again My skies become the clearest, Because I seem to feel just then That mother, dear, is nearest.