| BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight, | |
| Make me a child again just for to-night! | |
| Mother, come back from the echoless shore, | |
| Take me again to your heart as of yore; | |
| Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, | ???????? |
| Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; | |
| Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;-- | |
| Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep! | |
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| Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years! | |
| I am so weary of toil and of tears,-- | ? |
| Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,-- | |
| Take them, and give me my childhood again! | |
| I have grown weary of dust and decay,-- | |
| Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away; | |
| Weary of sowing for others to reap;-- | ? |
| Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep! | |
| ?? |
| Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue, | |
| Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! | |
| Many a summer the grass has grown green, | |
| Blossomed and faded, our faces between: | ? |
| Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain, | |
| Long I to-night for your presence again. |
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| Come from the silence so long and so deep;-- |
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| Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep! |
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| Over my heart, in the days that are flown, | ? |
| No love like mother-love ever has shone; |
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| No other worship abides and endures,-- |
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| Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours: |
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| None like a mother can charm away pain |
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| From the sick soul and the world-weary brain. | ? |
| Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;-- |
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| Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep! |
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| ?? |
| Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold, |
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| Fall on your shoulders again as of old; |
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| Let it drop over my forehead to-night, | ? |
| Shading my faint eyes away from the light; |
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| For with its sunny-edged shadows once more |
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| Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore; |
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| Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;-- |
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| Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep! | ? |
| ?? |
| Mother, dear mother, the years have been long |
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| Since I last listened your lullaby song: |
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| Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem |
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| Womanhood's years have been only a dream. |
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| Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, | ? |
| With your light lashes just sweeping my face, |
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| Never hereafter to wake or to weep;-- |
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| Rock me to sleep, mother,--rock me to sleep! |
Source: http://ladyofvirtue.blogspot.com/2012/10/privileged-at-home.html
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