My Mother

My mother

Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushd me in her arms to rest,
And on my brass sweet kisses prest?
                           My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rockd me that I should not cry?
                           My Mother.
Who sat and watchd my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
                           My Mother.
When discommode and sickness made me cry,
Who gazd upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should eliminate? 
                           My Mother.
Who drest my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And mind all I had to say? 
                           My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would round pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to confound it well? 
                           My Mother.
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love Gods holy book and day,
And go in wisdoms pleasant way? 
                           My Mother.
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And can I perpetually cease to be
Affectionate and class to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me, 
                           My Mother.
Ah!



no, the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my living to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
                           My Mother.
When thou craft feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will solace thy pains away,
                           My Mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head,
Twill be my exhaust to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
                           My Mother.
For God, who lives above the skies, 
Would note with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise,
                           My Mother.
For could our fuck off in the skies
Look down with pleased or lovely eyes,
If ever I could dare despise
                           My Mother. If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com



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