Julia A. Moore

The Sweet Singer of Michigan


      AIR -- "The Rain upon the Roof"

When I was a little infant,
      And I lay in mother's arms,
Then I felt the gentle pressure
      Of a loving mother's arms.
"Go to sleep my little baby,
      Go to sleep," mamma would say;
"Oh, will not my little lady
      Go to sleep for ma to-day."

Oh! my parents loved me dearly,
      For I was their eldest born,
And they always called me Julia
      In a mild and loving form.
My parents will not forget me,
      Though I married and left their home,
For they can remember clearly
      How with them I once did roam.

Oh! my mother, how I love her,
      Though her head is growing gray,
For in fancy I can see her
      Bending o'er me night and day,
As she did when I was little,
      Watching me in sleep and play --
Mother now is growing feeble,
      Now I will her love repay.

Oh! my father, how I love him,
      For he has worked hard for me,
For to earn my food and clothing,
      In my little infancy.
And oh, I will not forget him,
      While on earth I do remain --
May the God of heaven bless him
      In this world of grief and pain.

Reprinted from The Sweet Singer of Michigan: Poems by Mrs. Julia A. Moore, ed. Walter Blair (Chicago: Pascal Covici, 1928).

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