And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses preset?
Who was it sung sweet lullaby
And rocked me that I should not cry?
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept, for fear that I should die?
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the part to make me well?
To love God’s holy word and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who was so very kind to me, —
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
’Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed, —
from “The Best Love Poems of the American People”