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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391816" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Mother's Kiss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,<br>I feel its impress now;<br>As in the bright and happy days<br>She pressed it on my brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You say it is a fancied thing<br>Within my memory fraught;<br>To me it has a sacred place-<br>The treasure house of thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, I feel her fingers glide<br>Amid my clustering hair;<br>I see the love-light in her eyes,<br>When all my life was fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, I hear her gentle voice<br>In warning or in love.<br>How precious was the faith that taught<br>My soul of things above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music of her voice is stilled,<br>Her lips are paled in death.<br>As precious pearls I'll clasp her words<br>Until my latest breath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world has scattered round my path<br>Honor and wealth and fame;<br>But naught so precious as the thoughts<br>That gather round her name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And friends have placed upon my brow<br>The laurels of renown;<br>But she first taught me how to wear<br>My manhood as a crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My hair is silvered o'er with age,<br>I'm longing to depart;<br>To clasp again my mother's hand,<br>And be a child at heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To roam with her the glory-land<br>Where saints and angels greet;<br>To cast our crowns with songs of love<br>At our Redeemer's feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q>
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I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.

You say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place-
The treasure house of thought.

Again, I f..."></div>
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