MY MOTHER

Who sat and watch,d my infant head,
when sleeping in my cradle-bed,
and tears of sweet affection shed?
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MY MOTHER!
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When pain and sckness made me cry,
who gazed upon my heavy eye,
and wept for fear that I should die?
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MY MOTHER!
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Who ran to help me when I fell,
and would some pretty story tell,
or kiss the part, to make it well?
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MY MOTHER!
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W ho loved to see me pleased and gay,
and taught me sweetly how to pray,
and minded all I had to me?
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MY MOTHER!
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And can I ever cease to be
affectionate and kind to thee,
who wast so very kind to me?
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MY MOTHER!
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Oh, no! the thought I cannot bear,
and, if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care...
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MY MOTHER!