My Infant Days
Air—"The Rain upon the Roof"
When I was a little infant,
And I lay in mother’s arms,
Then I felt the gentle pressure
Of a loving mother’s arms.
“Go to sleep my little baby,
Go to sleep,” mamma would say;
“Oh, will not my little lady
Go to sleep for ma to-day.”
Oh! my parents loved me dearly,
For I was their eldest born,
And they always called me Julia
In a mild and loving form.
My parents will not forget me,
Though I married and left their home,
For they can remember clearly
How with them I once did roam.
Oh! my mother, how I love her,
Though her head is growing gray,
For in fancy I can see her
Bending o’er me night and day,
As she did when I was little,
Watching me in sleep and play—
Mother now is growing feeble,
Now I will her love repay.
Oh! my father, how I love him,
For he has worked hard for me,
For to earn my food and clothing,
In my little infancy.
And oh, I will not forget him,
While on earth I do remain—
May the God of heaven bless him
In this world of grief and pain.
