Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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Mother! oh, sing me to rest 
As in my bright days departed: 
Sing to thy child, the sick-hearted, 
Songs for a spirit oppress'd ...

Lay this tired head on thy breast ! 
Flowers from the night-dew are closing. 
Pilgrims and mourners reposing 
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest!

Take back thy bird to its net ! 
Weary is young life when blighted, 
Heavy this love unrequited!
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest!