Quotes from Ann Taylor (1782–1866)

When thou art feeble, old, and grey, My healthy arm shall be thy stay, And I will soothe thy pains away, My Mother.

Who fed me from her gentle breast, And hush'd me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother.

Who sat and watched my infant head, When sleeping on my cradle bed, And tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye, Who was it sung sweet lullaby, And rock'd me that I should not cry? My Mother.