McGuffey's Second Eclectic Reader

con'stant lead'ing ear lull didst meek

hark thee none mild thine nurse

ease thy re joice' fret'ful

MY MOTHER.

Hark! My mother's voice I hear, Sweet that voice is to my ear; Ever soft, it seems to tell, Dearest child, I love thee well.

Love me, mother? Yes, I know None can love so well as thou. Was it not upon thy breast I was taught to sleep and rest?

Didst thou not, in hours of pain, Lull this head to ease again? With the music of thy voice, Bid my little heart rejoice?

Ever gentle, meek and mild, Thou didst nurse thy fretful child. Teach these little feet the road Leading on to heaven and God.

What return then can I make? This fond heart, dear mother take; Thine its, in word and thought, Thine by constant kindness bought. ]