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MY MOTHER DEAR by SAMUEL LOVER

First Line: THERE WAS A PLACE IN CHILDHOOD THAT I REMEMBER WELL
Last Line: IT WAS A FERVENT PRAYER TO HEAVEN THAT BENT MY MOTHER'S KNEE.
THERE was a place in childhood, that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone, bright fairy tales did tell,
And gentle words, and fond embrace, were given with joy to me,
When I was in that happy place upon my mother's knee.

When fairy tales were ended, "good-night," she softly said,
And kissed and laid me down to sleep upon my tiny bed,
And holy words she taught me there; methinks I yet can see
Her angel eyes, as close I knelt beside my mother's knee.

In the sickness of my childhood, the perils of my prime,
The sorrows of my riper years, the cares of every time,
When doubt and danger weigh me down, then pleading all for me,
It was a fervent prayer to Heaven that bent my mother's knee.



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