CHORUS.

Gently her hand o’er my forehead she’d press,

Trying to free me from pain and distress;

Kindly she’d say to me, “Be of good cheer,

Mother will comfort you; mother is here.”

If she were with me, I soon would forget

My pain and my sorrow; no more would I fret;

One kiss from her lips, or one look from her eye,

Would make me contented, and willing to die!

Gently her hand o’er my forehead she’d press,

Trying to free me from pain and distress;

Kindly she’d say to me, “Be of good cheer;

Mother will comfort you, mother is here!”

CHORUS.--Gently her hand, &c.

Cheerfully, faithfully, mother would stay,

Always beside me, by night and by day;

If I should murmur, or wish to complain,

Her gentle voice would soon calm me again.

Sweetly a mother’s love shines like a star,

Brightest in darkness, when daylight’s afar;

In clouds or in sunshine, pleasure or pain,

Mother’s affection is ever the same.

CHORUS.--Gently her hand, &c.

“She has you on both sides; if you remove your head from one position,

you are immediately the victim of another pair of eyes, which fix you;

in fact, transfix you.”--_Liverpool Leader._