 | When life is young |  |
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FAR AWAY
One night, in the bright, warm summer,
Mother went—oh, so far away!
So very far! Yet quite near her,
In my pretty bed I lay.
Mother went—oh, so far away!
So very far! Yet quite near her,
In my pretty bed I lay.
She stood and looked from the window,
In the moonlight cool and clear;
I called her as she stood there,
But mother did not hear. ...
In the moonlight cool and clear;
I called her as she stood there,
But mother did not hear. ...
She did not hear when I called her—
She was gone so very far!
I lay and wished I was only
The moonlight, or a star;
She was gone so very far!
I lay and wished I was only
The moonlight, or a star;
Then she might soon have known it—
How lonely I was for her.
But I waited, and waited, and waited,
And mother did not stir.
How lonely I was for her.
But I waited, and waited, and waited,
And mother did not stir.
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At last she turned, and smiling
Said, “You awake, little Jack?”
But I only could sob and kiss her—
So glad that mother was back!
Said, “You awake, little Jack?”
But I only could sob and kiss her—
So glad that mother was back!
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