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To-day I was so weary and I lay / In that delicious state of semi-waking, / When baby, sitting with his nurse at play, / Cried loud for "mamma," all his toys forsaking.
I was so weary and I needed rest, / And signed to nurse to bear him from the room. / Then, sudden, rose and caught him to my breast, / And kissed the grieving mouth and cheeks of bloom.
For swift as lightning came the thought to me, / With pulsing heart-throes and a mist of tears, / Of days inevitable, that are to be, / If my fair darling grows to manhood's years;
Days when he will not call for "mamma," when / The world, with many a pleasure and bright joy, / Shall tempt him forth into the haunts of men / And I shall lose the first place with my boy;
When other homes and loves shall give delight, / When younger smiles and voices will seem best. / And so I held him to my heart to-night, / Forgetting all my need of peace and rest.