Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on 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,
Orkiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
And can lever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who was so very kind to me?
My mother?
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Answer:
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush’d me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock’d 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.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Baby in Bed
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play.
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Playing with Dolls
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God’s holy book 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.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - In Garden
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Child Fell
When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Older Mother
And when I see thee hang thy head,
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed.
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Mother in Bed
For could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes,
If ever I could dare despise
My Mother.
This poem is in the public domain.
Illustrations by Walter Crane (1845 - 1915),
an English artist and children's book illustrator.
Ann Taylor (1783 –1866) was a poet and literary critic. Born in England to a successful and well-educated family, she and her sister Jane, who is best known for the classic children’s verse, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” wrote a number of children’s books. Ann also wrote a number of hymns. A devoted advocate of animal welfare, Ann also took an active interest in social issues. Widowed in her late sixties, she wrote prolifically and traveled extensively until her death.
Explanation:
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush’d me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock’d 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.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Baby in Bed
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play.
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Playing with Dolls
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God’s holy book 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.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - In Garden
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Child Fell
When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Older Mother
And when I see thee hang thy head,
‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed.
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.
Walter Crane Illustration of My Mother Poem - Mother in Bed
For could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes,
If ever I could dare despise
My Mother.
This poem is in the public domain.
Illustrations by Walter Crane (1845 - 1915),
an English artist and children's book illustrator.
Ann Taylor (1783 –1866) was a poet and literary critic. Born in England to a successful and well-educated family, she and her sister Jane, who is best known for the classic children’s verse, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star,” wrote a number of children’s books. Ann also wrote a number of hymns. A devoted advocate of animal welfare, Ann also took an active interest in social issues. Widowed in her late sixties, she wrote prolifically and traveled extensively until her death.
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