Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushes me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet lullaby And rocked me that I should not cry? My Mother Who sat and watched my infant head When sleeping in my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye And wept, for fear that I should die? My Mother Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother Who taught my infant lips to pray, To love God's holy word and day, And walk in wisdom's pleasant way? My Mother Author Unknown