Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... mother ! My heart is with thee o'er the seas . I did not think to count another Before I wept upon thy knees- Before ... mother's eyes Would find me chang'd in slighter things ; I've wandered beneath many skies , And tasted of some ...
... mother ! My heart is with thee o'er the seas . I did not think to count another Before I wept upon thy knees- Before ... mother's eyes Would find me chang'd in slighter things ; I've wandered beneath many skies , And tasted of some ...
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... mother lives and prays ! Dear mother ! when our lips can speak- When first our tears will let us see- When I can gaze upon thy cheek , And thou , with thy dear eyes , on me- " Twill be a pastime little sad To trace what weight time's ...
... mother lives and prays ! Dear mother ! when our lips can speak- When first our tears will let us see- When I can gaze upon thy cheek , And thou , with thy dear eyes , on me- " Twill be a pastime little sad To trace what weight time's ...
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... Mother dear ! Let it be a merry strain , Mother dear ! Shunning e'en the thought of pain : For our gentle child will weep , If the theme be dark and deep ; And We will not draw a single single tear , Mother dear ! Childhood should be ...
... Mother dear ! Let it be a merry strain , Mother dear ! Shunning e'en the thought of pain : For our gentle child will weep , If the theme be dark and deep ; And We will not draw a single single tear , Mother dear ! Childhood should be ...
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