I am so weary of toil and of tears,
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you! …
Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone; …
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep!
(“Rock Me to Sleep,” in The Family Library of Poetry and Song, ed. William Cullen Bryant , 190–91; punctuation modernized.)
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