HIVE OPEN MIC WEEK 113 - Who sat and watch my infant head (cover)

When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother

Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay
And taught me pretty how to play
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day
And walk in Wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who was 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
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

When thou art feeble old and gray
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 could our Father in the skies
Look down with pleased or loving eyes
If ever I could dare despise
My Mother

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