Who made me feel and understand My father. Who climbed with me the mountain height, My father. Who, from each flower and verdant stalk, To fill the long, delightful walk? My father. Not on a poor worm would he tread, Who taught at once my heart and head? My father. Who taught my early mind to know My father. 62 MY MOTHER. Soon, and before the mercy-seat, Spirits made perfect, we shall meet! My father. ANN TAYLOR. MY MOTHER. WHо fed me from her gentle breast, When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sang sweet lullaby, And rocked me that I should not cry ? My mother. Who sat and watched my infant head, My mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, And wept for fear that I should die? My mother. MY MOTHER. Who dressed my doll in clothes so gay, My mother. Who ran to help me when I fell, My mother. Who taught my infant lips to pray, And can I ever cease to be My mother. Affectionate and kind to thee, Who was so very kind to me? My mother. Ah! no, the thought I cannot bear, My mother. When thou art feeble, old, and gray, 63 64 THE DOCTOR. And when I see thee hang thy head, My mother. For God, who lives above the skies, THE DOCTOR. My mother. ANN TAYLOR, FROM WILLIE WINKIE. O, Do not fear the doctor; To nurse you like a tender flower, And pleasant tales to tell; He brings the bloom back to your cheek, The blithe blink to your eye, An 't were not for the doctor, My bonnie bairn might die. O, who would fear the doctor, His powder or his pill You just a wee bit swallow take, And there's an end of ill. He'll make you sleep sound as a top, THE HAND-POST. And rise up like a fly, An 't were not for the doctor, A kind man is the doctor, As many poor folk ken; He spares no toil by day or night And O, he loves the bairnies well My bonnie bairn might die. ALEXANDER SMART. THE HAND-POST. THE night was dark, the sun was hid Across the path the owlet flew, And screamed along the blast, And onward with a quickened step, At intervals, amid the gloom A flash of lightning played, And showed the ruts with water filled, And the black hedge's shade. E 65 |