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FROM HER BOY
_For the long nights you lay awake_ / _And watched for my unworthy sake: _ / _For your most comfortable hand_ / _That led me through the uneven land: _ / _For all the story-books you read: _ / _For all the pains you comforted: _
_For all you pitied, all you bore,_ / _In sad and happy days of yore: -- _ / _My second Mother, my first Wife,_ / _The angel of my infant life -- _ / _From the sick child, now well and old,_ / _Take, nurse, the little book you hold! _
_And grant it, Heaven, that all who read_ / _May find as dear a nurse at need,_ / _And every child who lists my rhyme,_ / _In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,_ / _May hear it in as kind a voice_ / _As made my childish days rejoice! _