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Wherever my feet may wander / Wherever I chance to be, / There comes, with the coming of even' time / A vision sweet to me. / I see my mother sitting / In the old familiar place, / And she rocks to the tune her needles sing, / And thinks of an absent face.
I can hear the roar of the city / About me now as I write; / But over an hundred miles of snow / My thought-steeds fly to-night, / To the dear little cozy cottage, / And the room where mother sits, / And slowly rocks in her easy chair / And thinks of me as she knits.