MY MOTHER 





Who fed me from her gentle breast 
And hushed me in her arms to rest, 
And on my cheek sweet kisses preset? 
My mother. 

When sleep forsook my open eye, 
Who was it sung sweet lullaby 
And rocked me that I should not cry? 
My mother. 

Who sat and watched my infant head 
When sleeping in my cradle bed, 
And tears of sweet affection shed? 
My mother. 

When pain and sickness made me cry, 
Who gazed upon my heavy eye 
And wept, for fear that I should die? 
My mother. 

Who ran to help me when I fell 
And would some pretty story tell, 
Or kiss the part to make it well? 
My mother. 

Who taught my infant lips to pray, 
To love God's holy word and day, 
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way? 
My mother. 

And can I ever cease to be 
Affectionate and kind to thee 
Who was so very kind to me,- 
My mother 

Oh no, the thought I cannot bear; 
And if God please my life to spare 
I hope I shall reward thy care, 
My mother. 

When thou art feeble, old and gray, 
My healthy arm shall be thy stay, 
And I will soothe thy pains away, 
My mother 

And when I see thee hang thy head, 
'Twill be my him to watch thy bed, 
And tears of sweet affection shed,- 
My mother. 
~JANE TAYLOR 





 

 



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