Index of First Lines

If I were hanged on the highest hill

Is the noise of grief in the palace over the river
It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight
It was the winter wild

Just when each bud was big with bloom
Little baby, lay your head

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Lord, I am weeping. As Thou wilt, O Lord
Love thy mother, little one!

Mother of Christ long slain, forth glided she
Mother wept, and father sigh'd

Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost
My heart is like a fountain true

My little dear, so fast asleep

My mother bore me in the southern wild
My mother's hands are cool and fair

My own mamma!

"Now I lay me down to sleep"

O, Hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight

O Mother-My-Love, if you'll give me your hand. 169
O that those lips had language! Life has passed 4.4
O when the half-light weaves

Oft in the after days, when thou and I

Oh, to come home once more, when the dusk is fall-
ing

Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose

Safe sleeping on its mother's breast

Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph see
Sea-Birds are asleep

She seemed an angel to our infant eyes!

Sleep, little baby of mine

Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright

So fair, so dear, so warm upon my bosom

So; it is nightfall then

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Still farther would I fly, my child

Sweet and low, sweet and low

The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht

The dark-fringed eyelids slowly close

The days are cold, the nights are long

The old face of the mother of many children
The wind blew wide the casement, and within

There sitteth a dove, so fair and white

They sin who tell us love can die

They tell us of an Indian tree

There was a gather'd stillness in the room

There's a song in the air!

This book is all that's left me now,

This, then, is she

Thou that once, on mother's knee

'Tis bedtime; say your hymn, and bid "Good-
night"

Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee
What is the little one thinking about?

What is the road to slumber-land and when does the

What is the pretty little thing

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Within the crib that stands beside my bed

Woman! the Power who left his throne on high.
Would you know the baby's skies?
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Ye Spartan mothers, gentle ones

Christmas Carol...

Carol, A......

Child and Mother.

Children...

Children's Kisses..

.Annie R. Stillman...

("Grace Raymond")

. Walter Savage Landor.... 125
.Josephine Preston Peabody 22

Christ the Mendicant. John Banister Tabb...

Christmas Carol, A... Josiah Gilbert Holland.

Cling to thy Mother..George Bethune.

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Cradle Song.

Cuddle Doon.

"Bitter-Sweet")....Josiah Gilbert Holland.... 116

. Alexander Anderson.

Daguerreotype, The... William Vaughn Moody...

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English Mother, An... Robert Underwood Johnson 58
Wendell Phillips Garrison.. 161

Evening..

How's My Boy?......Sidney Dobell..
Hymn on the Nativity John Milton.

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Matres Dolorosæ....
Mother, A..

Mother and Child. ....William Gilmore Simms... 121
Mother and Poet...... Elizabeth Barrett Browning 33

Mother and Son.

Phoebe Cary.

Mother in Egypt, A... Marjorie L. C. Pickthall

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