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MY BOY.
I close my eyes and listen,
And presently I hear
A small voice through the darkness
Sigh, "Mother—I am near.
And presently I hear
A small voice through the darkness
Sigh, "Mother—I am near.
"Come, take me in, dear mother,
And rock me as of old:
I used to be so happy
Within your tender hold!
And rock me as of old:
I used to be so happy
Within your tender hold!
"There sorrow cannot find me,
And pain shall pass me by,—
When you enfold who love me,
What danger can come nigh?
And pain shall pass me by,—
When you enfold who love me,
What danger can come nigh?
"So safe I was in Heaven,
So bright the shining days!
But, from afar, your weeping
Disturbed the hymns of praise,
So bright the shining days!
But, from afar, your weeping
Disturbed the hymns of praise,
