Lean Upon My Arm, Mother

"Pray lean upon my arm, mother,
Your form is feeble now, And silvery are the lock's that shade
The furrows on your brow."
"Your step is not so strong, mother,
As in the days gone by, But strong as ever is the love,
That beam within your eye."
When I was a babe, mother,
With tender love inspired, You carried me for many an hour,

Until your arm was tired."
"From childhood up to adulthood's years,
Through every pain and ill, You watched me with a loving eye,
You watch my welfare still."
"And shall I fail you now, mother,
When all your strength has fled, Neglect to guide your febble steps
As through life's vale you tread?
"Your eyes are dim with age, mother,
Care lines are on your brow, The little feet you guided once
Are strong to guide you now."
"Then lean upon my arm, mother,
Henceforth life's journey through; What you did so long for him
Your boy will do for you."