FOR THE LONG NIGHTS YOU LAY AWAKE AND WATCHED FOR MY UNWORTHY SAKE: FOR YOUR MOST COMFORTABLE HAND THAT LED ME THROUGH THE UNEVEN LAND: FOR ALL THE STORY BOOKS YOU READ: FOR ALL THE PAINS YOU COMFORTED: FOR ALL YOU PITIED, ALL YOU BORE, IN SAD AND HAPPY DAYS OF YORE:-- MY SECOND MOTHER, MY FIRST WIFE. THE ANGEL OF MY INFANT LIFE-- FROM THE SICK CHILD, NOW WELL AND OLD, TAKE, NURSE, THE LITTLE BOOK YOU HOLD! AND GRANT IT, HEAVEN, THAT ALL WHO READ MAY FIND AS DEAR A NURSE AT NEED, AND EVERY CHILD WHO LISTS MY RHYME, IN THE BRIGHT, FIRESIDE, NURSERY CLIME, MAY HEAR IT IN AS KIND A VOICE AS MADE MY CHILDISH DAYS REJOICE!…
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