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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427841" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Infant Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Air -- "The Rain upon the Roof"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>When I was a little infant,<br>And I lay in mother's arms,<br>Then I felt the gentle pressure<br>Of a loving mother's arms.<br>"Go to sleep my little baby,<br>Go to sleep," mamma would say;<br>"Oh, will not my little lady<br>Go to sleep for ma to-day."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! my parents loved me dearly,<br>For I was their eldest born,<br>And they always called me Julia<br>In a mild and loving form.<br>My parents will not forget me,<br>Though I married and left their home,<br>For they can remember clearly<br>How with them I once did roam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! my mother, how I love her,<br>Though her head is growing gray,<br>For in fancy I can see her<br>Bending o'er me night and day,<br>As she did when I was little,<br>Watching me in sleep and play -- <br>Mother now is growing feeble,<br>Now I will her love repay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! my father, how I love him,<br>For he has worked hard for me,<br>For to earn my food and clothing,<br>In my little infancy.<br>And oh, I will not forget him,<br>While on earth I do remain -- <br>May the God of heaven bless him<br>In this world of grief and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Julia+A+Moore">Julia A Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427841" data-title="My Infant Days de Julia A Moore" data-description="Air -- "The Rain upon the Roof" When I was a little infant, And I lay in mother's arms, Then I felt the gentle pressure Of a loving mother's arms. "Go to sleep my little baby, Go to sleep," mamma would say; "Oh, will not..."></div> </div> </div>
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