My Mother's Kiss - 贝瓦儿歌
Frances Harper
My mother's kiss
My mother's kiss
My mother's kiss
I feel its impress now
As in the bright and happy days
She pressed it on my brow
You say it is a fancied thing
Within my memory fraught
To me it has a sacred place
The treasure house of thought
Again I feel her fingers glide
Amid my clustering hair
I see the love-light in her eyes
When all my life was fair
Again I hear her gentle voice
In warning or in love
How precious was the faith that taught
My soul of things above