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Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me Never a thought of the joys that flew by;
Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me, Thoughtless and selfish, her Master was I.
Oh, the long nights that she came at my call to me! Oh, the soft touch of her hands on my brow!
Oh, the long years that she gave up her all to me! Oh, how I yearn for her gentleness now!
Slave to her baby! Yes, that was the way of her, Counting her greatest of services small;
Words cannot tell what this old heart would say of her, Mother — the sweetest and fairest of all.
Edgar Albert Guest
Edgar Albert Guest (20 August 1881 – 5 August 1959) was a British-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and b
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