<i>Air -- "The Rain upon the Roof"</i> <br /> <br /> <br />When I was a little infant, <br />And I lay in mother's arms, <br />Then I felt the gentle pressure <br />Of a loving mother's arms. <br />"Go to sleep my little baby, <br />Go to sleep," mamma would say; <br />"Oh, will not my little lady <br />Go to sleep for ma to-day." <br /> <br />Oh! my parents loved me dearly, <br />For I was their eldest born, <br />And they always called me Julia <br />In a mild and loving form. <br />My parents will not forget me, <br />Though I married and left their home, <br />For they can remember clearly <br />How with them I once did roam. <br /> <br />Oh! my mother, how I love her, <br />Though her head is growing gray, <br />For in fancy I can see her <br />Bending o'er me night and day, <br />As she did when I was little, <br />Watching me in sleep and play -- <br />Mother now is growing feeble, <br />Now I will her love repay. <br /> <br />Oh! my father, how I love him, <br />For he has worked hard for me, <br />For to earn my food and clothing, <br />In my little infancy. <br />And oh, I will not forget him, <br />While on earth I do remain -- <br />May the God of heaven bless him <br />In this world of grief and pain.<br /><br />Julia A Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-infant-days/
