I’m sure whoever like do pursue myself nonetheless, Mom o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
fifteen. Material Us to Sleep
Backwards, change backwards, O Go out, on your own journey, Build myself children again for tonight! Mother, get back regarding the echoless shore, Just take myself once again towards the heart since yore; Hug regarding my forehead the furrows off worry, Simple the silver threads off my personal hair; Over my slumbers the enjoying watch keep;- Material us to bed, mother, – stone me to sleep!
Backwards, move backwards, O tide of decades! I am thus exhausted out of toil and of tears,- Toil rather than recompense, rips all-in vain,- Need her or him, and give myself my youngsters once more! We have mature weary regarding dirt and you can decay,- Tired out-of flinging my personal heart-wide range aside; Exhausted off growing for other people so you can experience;- Stone me to sleep, mother – stone me to bed!
Tired of the brand new empty, the base, the fresh new not true, Mother, O mommy, my personal cardiovascular system requires you! Of numerous a summertime the new lawn has grown green, Blossomed and you can faded, our very own face anywhere between: But really, having strong yearning and you can romantic serious pain, Long We this evening to suit your visibility againe on quiet very long and therefore deep;- Material me to bed, mother, – stone us to bed!
Over my personal cardio, from the months that will be flown, Zero love such mommy-like previously possess shone; Hardly any other praise abides and endures,- Faithful, unselfish, and you will diligent instance yours: Not one particularly a mother is appeal aside serious pain About sick heart together with world-weary head. Slumber’s mellow relaxes o’er my personal heavy lids slide;- Rock us to bed, mommy, – material us to bed!
Been, allow your brownish tresses, just illuminated with gold, Slide on your own shoulders once more since old; Allow it to lose over my personal temple tonight, Shading my weak attention out of the white; To own along with its warm-edged shadows once again Haply tend to throng the fresh new sweet visions of yore; Carefully, softly, their vibrant billows brush;- Rock me to bed, mommy, – material me to bed!
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