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Läsebok N:o 17 —19. 11
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gaz’d upon ray heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother.
Who lov’d to see me pleased and gay,
And taught me sweetly how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.
Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell.
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
Who taught my infant heart to pray,
And love God’s holy book and day;
And taught me Wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me ?
My Mother.
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
Mv Mother.
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When thou art feeble, old, and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay;
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.
And when I see thee hang thy head,
’Twill be my turn to watch thy bed;
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.
For God who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in his eyes,
If I should ever dare despise
My Mother.
Mrs. Gilbert.
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