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MY MOTHER'S KISS
My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
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You may see it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
Again, I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
Again, I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
The music of her voice is stilled.
Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I'll clasp her words
Until my latest breath.
Her lips are paled in death.
As precious pearls I'll clasp her words
Until my latest breath.
The world had scattered round my path
Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
That gather round her name.
Honor and wealth and fame;
But naught so precious as the thoughts
That gather round her name.
And friends have placed upon my brow
The laurels of renown;
But she first taught me how to wear
My manhood as a crown.
The laurels of renown;
But she first taught me how to wear
My manhood as a crown.
My hair is silvered o'er with age,
I'm longing to depart;
To clasp again my mother's hand,
And be a child at heart.
I'm longing to depart;
To clasp again my mother's hand,
And be a child at heart.
To roam with her the glory-land
Where saints and angels greet;
To cast our crowns with songs of love
At our Redeemer's feet.
Where saints and angels greet;
To cast our crowns with songs of love
At our Redeemer's feet.
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