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My Mother's Kiss.
My mother's kiss, my mother's kiss,
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
I feel its impress now;
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow.
Yon say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
Within my memory fraught;
To me it has a sacred place—
The treasure house of thought.
Again, I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
Amid my clustering hair;
I see the love-light in her eyes,
When all my life was fair.
Again, I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
In warning or in love.
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above.
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