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My Mother’s Bible This book is all that ’s left me now,— Tears will unbidden start,— With faltering lip and throbbing brow I press it to my heart. For many generations past Here is our family tree; My mother’s hands this Bible clasped, She, dying,... Poet: George Pope Morris	The Happy Mother An’ O! may I never live single again, I wish I may never live single again; I hae a gudeman, an’ a hame o’ my ain, An’ O! may I never live single again. I ’ve twa bonnie bairnies, the fairest of a’, They cheer up my heart when their daddie’s awa’; ... Poet: Alexander Laing	The Song of the Old Mother I Rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow. And then I must scrub, and bake, and sweep, Till stars are beginning to blink and peep; But the young lie long and dream in their bed Of the matching of ribbons, the blue... Poet: William Butler Yeats	Give Me Three Grains of Corn, Mother The Irish Famine GIVE me three grains of corn, mother,— Only three grains of corn; It will keep the little life I have Till the coming of the morn. I am dying of hunger and cold, mother,— Dying of hunger and cold; And half the agony of... Poet: Amanda M. Edmond
Mother and Poet Turin,—After News from Gaëta, 1861 Laura Savio of Turin, a poetess and patriot, whose sons were killed at Ancona and Gaëta. DEAD! one of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead! both my boys! When you sit at the... Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Ode to Mother Carey’s Chicken On Seeing a Storm-Petrel in a Cage on a Cottage Wall and Releasing It GAZE not at me, my poor unhappy bird; That sorrow is more than human in thine eye; Too deep already is my spirit stirred To see thee here, child of the sea and sky, Cooped in a cage... Poet: Theodore Watts-Dunton	Father and Mother Tongue Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know Why we should call it Father Land? It is that Adam here below Was made of earth by Nature’s hand; And he our father, made of earth, Hath peopled earth on every hand; And we, in memory of his birth,... Poet: Samuel Lover	Century Magazine/Volume 49/Issue 1/The Mother Who Died Too Poet:
Dedication. To my mother The flowers of romance that I cherished, Around me lie withered and dead; The stars of my youth's shining heaven, ... Poet:	If Nature smiles — the Mother must If Nature smiles — the Mother must I'm sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family — Is She so much to blame? Poet: